MATILDA WNEK gets happy about a play that is as well performed as it is crafted.
MATILDA WNEK finds a story of woe – but an inconsistent one – in an ADC production that hasn’t the vision to take its text all the way.
In the second thrust of her Week 8 double-whammy, MATILDA WNEK glories in a whole hour of just Abi Tedder and a fistful of lolz.
MATILDA WNEK is frustrated by the storytelling strategy of a production that is less than the sum of its parts.
MATILDA WNEK takes childish yet well-articulated delight in devised theatre from beyond the Iron Curtain.
MATILDA WNEK sees good new writing in the English Faculty Basement. A surprised choir of angels would have descended were they not put off by some iffy direction and performances.
A script ill-managed, a play ill-acted. MATILDA WNEK is murdered by monotony.
MATILDA WNEK counts the ways in which the poetry anthologies being sold to misguided lovers are perfectly antithetical to romance. Let her steer you back on course with a few helpful suggestions of poems to stick in your lover’s pigeon-hole on Monday
MATILDA WNEK revels in the revels of a production which reveals what’s been there all along. Awwww.
According to MATILDA WNEK, this play comes closer to five stars than anything else she’s seen in Cambridge.
MATILDA WNEK: ‘Student theatre’ is dogged with associations of pretension, vacuity, talentless posing and dull or overambitious interpretations of classic texts, much more fiercely than unprofessional versions of other art forms.
“They’ve got a legitimate reason to not do work; they’ve got the moral high ground; they’ve even got bloody Scottish dancing.” MATILDA WNEK wonders why you were not at the occupation.
MATILDA WNEK: “there’s only so far you can go with a production whose highlight is a crab impression.”