The flap of this butterfly’s wing doesn’t quite stir up the emotional storm it hopes to, says Jamie P. Robson.
Jamie P. Robson is enchanted by this pitch-perfect production of Brian Friel’s humorous, touching play about the uncertainties of leaving home.
‘You can often find me being too tactile in the ADC Bar.’
The History Boys demands a livelier production to match the scintillating wit of the script, says Jamie P. Robson.
Jamie P. Robson chats to the brains behind the upcoming production of The History Boys about cross-casting, foreskins, and breaking the glass fourth wall
Jamie P. Robson is enraptured by this slick production of Caryl Churchill’s arresting time capsule, a record of the joy and poignancy of contemporary life.
Adam Hess, owner of ‘the softest lips in Croydon’, nailed a headline set at Wolfson’s comedy night, says Jamie P. Robson.
Friel’s Dancing at Lughnasa offers a gentle yet moving portrait of an impoverished Irish family, says Jamie P. Robson.
The Pembroke Players have crafted a flawed but undeniably fun production of an early Wodehousian gem, says Jamie P. Robson.
Smoking guns and theatre critics — oh, my! Jamie P. Robson investigates ‘The Real Inspector Hound’.
The highest of society and the depths of poor manners. Coward’s ‘Private Lives’ sparkles in the Corpus Playroom, says Jamie P Robson.