Are there times when it is better to lie than to tell the truth? Of course there are, lots of them. So let me ask you another one. Are there times when it is better to pretend to know nothing than tell the truth, even if what you know is negatively affecting another person but the truth could potentially have dire consequences? It all becomes a bit trickier now doesn’t it? Welcome to The Truth by French playwright Florian Zeller at Wyndham’s Theatre. In a Parisian hotel, Alice (Frances … [Read more...]
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Life Of Pi
After a cargo ship sinks in the middle of the vast Pacific Ocean, there are five survivors stranded on a lifeboat - a hyena, a zebra, an orangutan, a Royal Bengal tiger, and a sixteen-year-old boy named Pi. Time is against them, nature is harsh, who will survive?
Based on one of the most extraordinary and best-loved works of fiction – winner of the Man Booker Prize, selling over fifteen million copies worldwide – and featuring breath-taking puppetry and state-of-the-art visuals, Life of Pi is a universally acclaimed, smash hit adaptation of an epic journey of endurance and hope.
Long after the curtain falls, “Life of Pi will make you believe in the power of theatre” (The Times).
***** ‘A extraordinary journey. Unmissable’ The Guardian
***** ‘It will make you believe in theatre. A triumph’ Sunday Times
***** ‘Everything about this production is amazing’ The Observer
***** ‘The puppetry is out of this world.’ Mail on Sunday
Plays that deal with mentality struggles, depression, addiction and similar seem to share a comparable tone in their productions. The majority use melancholy and conceding qualities in their characters to make them more relatable and sympathetic to an audience but these plays all seem to melt into one and it’s harder to see their differences. People, Places and Things may be considered to some “another play on addiction”, but its main theme shakes the theatre from … [Read more...]
People, Places & Things failed to keep me engaged throughout. I know this because I had to be elbowed by a fellow theatregoer as I had fallen asleep before the interval. Act Two was marginally better, insofar as I managed a titter in response to a punchline, though even this was repeated so often in a subsequent scene that it ceased to be amusing. I should add at this juncture that my viewpoint on this play is in the minority, at least judging by the reaction of much of the rest of the … [Read more...]
1963 was an auspicious year for some people. Aside from being the year I was born, it was also, according to Martin McDonagh’s gripping play Hangmen at Wyndham’s Theatre, the year when Britain's No 2 hangman may have carried out a grave miscarriage of justice just by carrying out his job. In a bleak cell a young convict by the name of James Hennessy (Josef Davies) is sitting between two wardens waiting for the door to open. When it does, the room is suddenly full of people as hangman Harry … [Read more...]
This is a slow burner. Smouldering characterisation and slow-cooked thematic red herrings scorch their way to a denouement of Ortonesque black-farce and Pythonesque delivery. We are in the early Sixties and Capital Punishment is on the verge of being abolished. The central character is Harry Wade (David Morrissey): a publican by trade who does state-sponsored death as a hobby; or is it Hangman by trade who is a publican as a hobby? Either way Harry is a lurcher: he lurches from arrogant … [Read more...]
In a small, bland hotel room in London’s Finsbury Park, friends Ted (Stephen Merchant) and Morrie (Steffan Rhodri) have come together to make a movie. Morrie, the videographer, learnt his trade making porn films (whilst also being a randy unisex hairdresser). Ted is a car salesman who believes he has discovered the secret to happiness – his golden chalice, and he wants to tell everyone about it, making his fortune in the process. For only £29.99, punters seeking enlightenment can watch five … [Read more...]
Up in the Gods of Wyndham’s Theatre, almost level with a chandelier dangling from the ornate ceiling, the incongruous aroma of fried onions wafts up from the stage. David Hare’s Skylight conjures up the sights, sounds and smells of Kensal Rise, in a cook-up of singed spaghetti and highly flammable emotions. Even the humble onion has its place in a performance which gradually peels away the layers of a love-hate relationship, paring it down to its eye-watering core. Under the direction of … [Read more...]