Theatre reviews roundup: A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Dream turned into a Nightmare

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe. Photo: Helen Murray

If you were thinking of treating the kids to the Globe’s first ever production of Shakespeare’s popular comedy about fairies, you may have to think again . Their website warns: ‘It contains loud noises, strong language, scenes of sexual content, drug use and gunshots.’  Headlong theatre’s Holly Race Roughan (with co-director Naeem Hayat) has found every dark element in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and then proceeds to darken it. The result pleased some critics and outraged others. Nearly all were shocked by the new violent ending. Danny Kirrane received praise for his coke-snorting, downtrodden Bottom.

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4 stars ⭑⭑⭑⭑

Kate Wyver for The Guardian explained: ‘comedy and horror sit cheek by jowl, as director Holly Race Roughan conjures a nightmarish take on Shakespeare’s classic dream.’

Using the word ‘creepy’ more than once, Tim Bano at The Standard explained: ‘what is usually a summery froth of fairies and lovers (turns) into a crisp and frosty fairytale, a kind of sexed-up Narnia, twisting a Grimm story out of one of Shakespeare’s most popular plays.’ He ended: ‘(the) climax may not be for everyone, but the ride to reach it is wonderful, as Roughan rids the play of any trace of hazy summer, and turns it instead into a deeply unsettling winter’s tale.’

Holly O’Mahony for The Stage warned: ‘Nothing is quite as it seems. At court, the soon-to-be-weds Theseus and Hippolyta are at each other’s throats with knives and guns, while in the forest – which, on Max Johns’ set of crisp linen and polished white floor, offers no trace of woodland – there’s nothing playful about the sinister fairies, who hurl charms that land with the crack of a whip.’ She pointed out: ‘The text sometimes battles against Roughan and Hayat’s high-concept reframing, which takes considerable creative licence (…) But what becomes a mesmerisingly unusual reading ultimately wins out.’

Rachel Halliburton at The Arts Desk also endorsed the interpretation: ‘this is a sharply beguiling production, full of wit and vigour. Some might condemn it for trying too hard to shock, but there’s nothing we see on stage that isn’t in a text that I, personally, find more fascinatingly disturbing each time I read it. The Tarantino-style ending certainly makes jaws drop, yet there are plenty of real-life tyrants who would not hesitate to deal with outspoken individuals as callously as Marcus’s king does. Go, and bank on a wild time – it’s credible, clever, and you’ll never look at a banana in the same way again.’

Alun Hood for WhatsOnStage found: ‘There are few laughs but plenty of chills, cruelty and intimations of some of the worst of human behaviour, from coercion to paedophilia. If you let go of the idea of traditional enchantment, it’s a compelling piece of theatre.’

3 stars ⭑⭑⭑

Time Out’s Andrzej Lukowski was confused, all the way to the changed end: ‘to me it felt like a cruel, capricious whim that snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, ending an enjoyably spikey Dream on a note of pure WTF.’

Julia Rank for LondonTheatre seemed taken aback by the ‘brutality’. She concluded: ‘Not everything in this production gels but it does lead to a genuinely shocking denouement. It isn’t easy to make amends and request the hand of friendship under such circumstances.’

2 stars  ⭑⭑

Kirsten Grant wrote in The Telegraph: ‘Headlong Theatre’s grim new production for the candlelit Sam Wanamaker Playhouse takes one of the few Shakespearean comedies that remains genuinely funny, and strips it of much of its romance, enchantment and humour.’ Her parting shot: ‘What a nightmare this Dream is.’

Ben Dowell for The Times called it: ‘a spare, pitch black ballet-themed spectacle full of spite and horror – with a needlessly shocking final scene that has to be seen to be believed.’ Not that he’s encouraging you to see it: ‘a summer dream becomes a wintry nightmare you’ll be glad to wake up from.’

Critics’ average rating: 3.3⭑

A Midsummer Night’s Dream can be seen at Shakespeare’s Globe until 31 January 2026. It will then tour to Shakespeare North (4–7 February), Leeds Playhouse (14–28 February), Bristol Old Vic (4–21 March), and Oxford Playhouse (24–28 March). For tickets go directly to shakepsearesglobe.com. For tour details, visit headlong.co.uk

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Theatre reviews roundup: Paddington The Musical

This little bear will run and run

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Paddington The Musical at The Savoy Theatre. Photo: Johan Persson

The critics’ hearts were captured by the little bear from Peru. Even those who found faults in the production still awarded four stars. For the majority who gave five star reviews,  it was not only the clever creation of the little chap but every aspect of the production pleased. This one could run and run.

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5 stars ★★★★★

LondonTheatre’s Marianka Swain declared: ‘Paddington is pure theatre magic.’ To prove it, she pointed out many theatrical flourishes including: ‘There’s … thoughtful exploration of what family, home and belonging can mean, and how our capital thrives because it’s a cultural melting pot. That’s irresistibly expressed in “The Rhythm of London”, begun by Brenda Edwards’s Caribbean neighbour Tanya, and opened out to involve high-kicking Buckingham Palace guardsmen and bankers waving sparkly Union Jack brollies. Tom Pye’s wondrous design, a real love letter to London, also features an actual black cab and red telephone box, pastel-coloured Windsor Gardens, and full-size giraffes in the Natural History Museum.’

The Guardian‘s Arifa Akbar decided: ‘This is the new Mary Poppins: a well-known story imaginatively staged, immaculately performed and utterly winning.  Tom Fletcher’s songs are marvellous, Jessica Swale’s book earnest, Ellen Kane’s choreography vigorous.’

Olivia Garrett at Radio Times enthused: ‘Honestly, this show is exactly what it promised and more. Cutting right into your soul with its message of kindness, love and acceptance, it’s a musical we need now more than ever.’

‘This is a show with a heart as big and generous as Paddington himself’ raved Sarah Crompton at WhatsOnStage. She described Paddington on stage as ‘utterly real, his little grey eyebrows rising in surprise, his jaw dropping open when he is shocked, his nose wrinkling in search of marmalade.’

The Independent‘s Alice Saville explained: ‘The most immediately delightful thing about this show is that they’ve got Paddington absolutely spot on. Who wouldn’t give a home to this bear? (..) Inside this super-realistic (and no doubt quite warm) suit is 4ft tall actor Arti Shah, who gives him authentically bear-like movements while singer James Hameed lends his incongruously powerful vocals to punchy songs by Tom Fletcher (of McFly fame).’

Tim Bano for The Standard described some of the experience: ‘In just the first twenty minutes we get smoke, fire, explosions, collapsing furniture, rain, and whipped cream. It’s a multimillion pound piece of theatre that feels warm and fun and intimate, with no opportunity missed for a bit of extra silliness or a burst of theatricality.’

The i’s Fiona Mountford noted: ‘It is not only the bear design that is marvellous. Scenic designer Tom Pye makes stunning use of the high ceiling and proscenium arch of the theatre by flooding them with a changing mosaic of images that evoke Paddington’s homeland and the superhero cartoons that Mrs Brown designs. Every detail of this show is exquisite – and I confidently predict that this will be one proudly British export that will go on to conquer the world.’

The Mail’s Patrick Marmion reminded us: ‘let’s not forget, there’s also a musical attached to the costume, with comic, anthemic and shamelessly sappy songs by Tom Fletcher (of yesteryear’s boy band, McFly).’

4 stars ★★★★

The Telegraph‘s Dominic Cavendish almost got carried away: ‘Paddington Bear has been brought to life in a funny, feel-good, family-friendly musical that looks set to run and run (…) see the little visitor from Darkest Peru sing, dance (after a modest fashion) and bumble for Britain! Children will love him and adults will warm to his restorative sweetness’ until he stepped back and remembered he’s a theatre critic: ‘it’s a touch threadbare, and a little over-stuffed with songs, but fittingly, it’s still a very welcome addition to the British musical family.’

Similarly Time Out‘s Andrzej Lukowski liked it but wasn’t completely won over: ‘a fine creative team led by director Luke Sheppard has created a very enjoyable show indeed’ but ‘It’s a luxury musical that feels overstuffed at times.’

The Stage‘s Sam Marlowe stopped trying to be objective: ‘although there is plenty about this show that needs tweaking, rewriting and frankly doing away with altogether, there’s an overwhelming amount in Luke Sheppard’s production that is fundamentally just right. Save yourself some time and succumb – because resistance, trust me, is futile.’ She does list its many shortcomings, only to conclude: ‘whatever the faults of the show, it’s sweeter than a marmalade sandwich, and if the cuddly creation at its heart doesn’t make it a hit, I’ll eat his hat.’

Adam Bloodworth at CityAM wasn’t convinced by the hype: ‘What sticks is that the much-hyped animatronic bear’s mouth is fairly clunky, without the depth of movement to simulate real speech. When live lines are amplified from the side of the stage by designer-performer James Hameed, the mouth opens and closes more like a Sesame Street puppet than anything resembling ‘real’ speech.’ He pointed out: ‘Paddington the Musical at its core is actually a fairly analogue musical experience, a fairly conventional piece of musical theatre that is sustainably quality without relying on particularly viral moments, gimmicks or tricks. Instead Luke Sheppard’s overall show is a wholesome homage. Just nice songs and a decent ensemble held together by some brilliant writing. What more could you want?’

Critics’ average rating 4.7★

Value rating 49 (Value Rating is a combination of the critics’ rating and the typical ticket price)

Paddington The Musical can be seen at the Savoy Theatre until at least February 2027. Buy tickets directly from https://paddingtonthemusical.com

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Theatre reviews roundup: The Spy Who Came In From The Cold

Warm reception for Cold War play

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Rory Keenan in The Spy Who Came In From The Cold. Photo: Johan Persson

The Chichester production of The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, adapted by David Eldridge from John Le Carré’s novel and directed by Jeremy Herrin, transfers to London prior to a UK tour. Critics welcomed it despite many thinking it didn’t convey the depth of the original. Rory Keenan was praised in the lead role.

4 stars ⭑⭑⭑⭑

Andrzej Lukowski of Time Out enjoyed it for waht it was: ‘This is a slick and yes, maybe slightly MOR adaptation of Le Carre’s taut, brutal espionage yarn. But it’s a very good one, and Eldridge deftly crafts an intensely interior world, with us seeing the action unfold as much from within jaded spy protagonist Alec Leamas’s head as without.’

WhatsOnStage’s Sarah Crompton noted: ‘one of the many strengths of David Eldridge’s fluent adaptation for the stage … is that it emphasises the way in which this period piece is also a piercing play for today. It’s a serious and sobering examination of the shoddy accommodations of real politick, and their effect on the human heart.’

The Standard’s Nick Curtis called it ‘a propulsive, streamlined and reassuringly old-fashioned staging’. The Independent‘s Alice Saville called it ‘a lean, pacy adaptation’. She remarked: ‘Rory Keenan brings a rougher, more careworn energy to this story’s conflict-scarred star spy, Alec Leamas.’

Chris Dorrell for CityAM got over excited: ‘The production had everything you’d want from a spy thriller: great coats, a lonesome trumpet soundtrack, and enough drink-dropping twists to leave the person in front of you soaking (sorry).’

3 stars ⭑⭑⭑

Theo Bosanquet at LondonTheatre found: ‘a lot of the action is overly static, stilted by the understandably exposition-heavy dialogue, which lends it a radio play feel at times.’ However: ‘There is much to enjoy, particularly for Le Carré aficionados, and it’s a noble effort to show that his densely detailed novels are stageable. But those unfamiliar with the source material may feel somewhat left out in the cold.’

Clementine Scott for BroadwayWorld concluded: ‘This has still been a tale exhilaratingly told, and if it fails it fails for being too inventive in developing Smiley’s character, rather than not inventive enough. Leamas’s interiority is an issue for adaptations of this novel that needs puzzling out, but the solution is not just to have another character drily explaining his motivations.’

Claire Allfree for the Telegraph was disappointed: ‘Le Carré’s novel is a shocking slice of spiritual nihilism in which everyone is ultimately damned. At times, Eldridge’s play feels suspiciously more like a romantic melodrama.’

The Times’ Clive Davis was concerned that: ‘While Rory Keenan is thoroughly convincing as the cynical, dishevelled intelligence officer Alec Leamas, Jeremy Herrin’s … production… risks falling between two stools. Le Carré fans will, I suspect, find themselves hankering after the book’s intricately layered study of secret service ethics; newcomers, on the other hand, may well be left confused by the breathless twists in the narrative.’

For Aleks Sierz at The Arts Desk, particularly in the first act: ‘things happen very fast, and atmosphere is sacrificed to speed of storytelling – which dilutes the noir in this noirish thriller.’

Critics’ average rating 3.6⭑

The Spy Who Came In From The Cold can be seen at sohoplace until 21 February 2026.Buy tickets directly at sohoplace theatre

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Theatre reviews roundup: Ballet Shoes

Best Christmas Show is back

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Ballet Shoes at the National Theatre. Photo: Alastair Muir

Back for a second year, the National Theatre’s adaptation of the Noel Streatfeild’s classic Ballet Shoes continues to garner high praise.

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5 stars ★★★★★

Aliya Al- Hassan for LondonTheatre explained: ‘the tale has endured so long due to its universal themes of resilience, female self-determination, ambition and chosen family.’ She enthused: ‘With limitless charm, wry humour and a sincere heart, this revival of Ballet Shoes is a must-see for all the family.’

Dominic Maxwell of The Times also raved: ‘Katy Rudd’s handsomely playful production of Kendall Feaver’s adaptation works even better second time round (…) it feels even slicker, even more soulful, even more at ease with its copious theatrical conceits. This retelling of Noel Streatfeild’s 1936 novel about three adopted girls in interwar London is a total treat.’

Christiana Rose for BroadwayWorld summed up her thoughts: ‘Ballet Shoes is rich, heartfelt and exquisitely crafted with a uniquely talented cast and a vision which underlines the themes of ambition, family and individuality. It honours the spirit of the original novel while elevating to present a visually stunning, musically vibrant and deeply human celebration of growing up and finding one’s place in the world. It is a triumph for The National Theatre’.

4 stars ★★★★

The Stage’s Sam Marlowe declared: ‘while it’s heady with the whiff of greasepaint, it also has grit.’ The Standard’s Nick Curtis said: ‘This is a splendid piece of inventive theatre that’s also great family entertainment.’

Reviews from 2024

5 stars ★★★★★

At the i Fiona Mountford announced, ‘here is a real Christmas cracker from the National Theatre’, saying it ‘has been exuberantly adapted by Kendall Feaver in a manner so skilful it will please the novel’s generations of fans while simultaneously enchanting a whole new audience.’

For The Telegraph‘s Dominic Cavendish: ‘the girls’ voyage of discovery is … thrilling and catches a collective joy achieved through pluck and grit.’ I

Sarah Crompton at WhatsOnStage noted: ‘Above all the staging, fluidly choreographed by Ellen Kane (with Jonathan Goddard), creates its own magic, making a story that is full of love for the self-realising powers of theatre and dance into a transformative experience in itself.’

Alice Saville in The Independent said it ’is as delicately balanced as a dancer en pointe as it leaps between its period setting and the present, finding ways to diversify and complexify this story in ways that never feel lazy or jarring. It’s a Christmas treat for every possible kind of family.’

4 stars ★★★★

The Guardian‘s Arifa Akbar decided: ‘this is an exquisite Christmas cracker of a show, albeit an elegant one that never quite let its hair down, but still it is filled with spectacular theatricality and fabulous performances all round

Louise Levine for the Financial Times noted: ‘Kendall Feaver’s dramatisation galvanises Streatfeild’s chronicle into a lively feminist tale of self-discovery and mutual support. Katy Rudd’s decisive direction keeps exposition to a minimum and handles the passage of time with wit and economy as our three heroines slog through daily class or toil away in the chorus.’

Susannah Clapp at The Observer joined in the praise: ‘adapter Kendall Feaver and director Katy Rudd have not simply sent the original text pirouetting over the stage but subtly rewired it for today.’

3 stars ★★★

Only Time Out’s Andrzej Lukowski struck a slightly sour note: ‘It’s slick, classy and meticulously directed by Katy Rudd. But ultimately it lacks dramatic punch.’

Critics’ average rating 4.5★

Value rating 50 (Value rating is the Average Critic Rating divided by the typical ticket price)

Ballet Shoes can be seen at the National Theatre until  21 February 2026. Buy tickets directly from the theatre 

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Theatre review: All My Sons with Bryan Cranston

Bryan Cranston, Paapa Essiedu & Marianne Jean-Baptiste are the perfect cast

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Paapa Essiedu & Bryan Cranston in All My Sons. Photo: Jan Versweyveld

When asked to name my favourite theatre production, I invariably cite Ivo van Hove and Jan Versweyveld’s stark staging of A View from the Bridge. Their return to Miller, this time with All My Sons—and with Bryan Cranston, Paapa Essiedu and Marianne Jean-Baptiste leading the cast—was therefore an enticing prospect. The result is a formidable, if not flawless, revival.

All My Sons remains a meticulously engineered dramas: the early hints, the incremental revelations, and the inexorable tightening of tension culminate in a climax of crushing inevitability. Its moral architecture—examining the corrosion that follows when a man, and indeed a society, elevates profit above humanity—remains chillingly contemporary. Miller’s characters, drawn with psychological acuity and emotional precision, still compel.

Van Hove and Versweyveld strip the stage of naturalistic detail, replacing Miller’s suburban garden and household façade with a bare stage. Lighting rigs stand in for hedges; the house becomes a blank wall with an aperture and a large circular window that variously evokes a sun, a moon, and, perhaps, an unblinking moral eye. It is a yellow circle when the play begins at dawn, before it unfolds over a single day. This follows an added prologue— we see the violent storm that fells the tree representing the missing eldest son. The fallen trunk remains onstage, the lone scenic element, a constant reminder of where the play is heading.

Versweyveld’s set is ingenious in its austerity, it anchors the play in the heart of mid Western industrial America but it is also universal in time as well as space. His lighting design holds the hand of the play throughout, carrying the emotional arc from the gentlest morning glow to a brutal, unforgiving glare.

Cranston’s Joe Keller is immediately persuasive: genial, grounded, radiating decency. Too good to be true? That’s the pleasure of acting of this calibre: for a time, we truly can’t tell as he walks the tightrope between public charm and private guilt. Paapa Essiedu as his son Chris charts a substantial arc, moving from principled idealism to profound disillusionment. He suggests, with remarkable nuance, the fragility of Chris’s outlook—an annoying idealism propped up by the wealth of the family business and his distance from its harsher realities; his life shaped by his experience of war. Paapa Essiedu matches Bryan Cranston in the depth of emotion he conveys.

Gradually we learn that the family lives beneath a shadow. During the recently ended Second World War, Joe’s factory produced a batch of faulty aircraft parts, leading to the deaths of several pilots. Joe was accused of knowingly shipping them, but ultimately his employee Steve was convicted and imprisoned.

His older son, Larry, was declared missing in action four years ago—but not because his plane contained one of the faulty parts (that would be too neat). His mother, Kate, refuses to accept his death. To do so would shatter the brittle righteous world she clings to. Marianne Jean-Baptiste is superb as Mother, revealing both the warmth that holds the family together and the ferocious denial that threatens to tear it apart. Her breakdown is executed with such controlled intensity that it becomes genuinely difficult to watch.

A catalyst arrives in the form of Ann, Larry’s former fiancée, now intending to marry Chris—and, crucially, she’s Steve’s daughter. Wearing a red dress that contrasts with everyone’s else’s duller browns and blues, she’s a spark tossed into a powder keg. The character can easily feel like a functional supporting role, but in Hayley Squires’ hands she is resolute, textured, and quietly courageous, weathered by hard experience yet capable of deep compassion.

This depth of casting extends throughout: the neighbours and relatives, each seem like real human beings with their own moral dilemmas. Take George, Ann’s brother, who storms through the auditorium in a frenzy of grief and fury to accuse Joe of framing Steve. Tom Glynn-Carney gives him the haunted volatility of someone consumed by pain yet desperate to believe he might be mistaken.

Bold in conception, thrilling in execution, and unquestionably relevant

Marianne Jean-Baptiste & Bryan Cranston in All My Sons. Photo: Jan Versweyveld

As Joe offers his catalogue of justifications—military pressure, contractual anxiety, the reassurance that “everyone else was doing it”. These excuses echo across the decades: Boeing overlooking fatal design flaws; suppliers profiting from shoddy PPE during the COVID pandemic; water companies concealing pollution; social-media giants resisting regulation despite the harm to children, vulnerable people and democratic processes; politicians using public office to enrich themselves and their allies. The play has never felt more painfully relevant.

We are left in no doubt that there is no justification for placing profit above human life—even for the most seductive of all reasons: Joe’s claim that he did it for his family. And it is that very family we watch torn apart. “I know you’re no worse than most men,” Chris says, “but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.”

As the play progresses, Joe’s facade begins to crack, his easygoing selling of his image becomes more desperate, until he is finally confronted with the horror of what he has done. I swear, you can see the life draining from Bryan Cranston, as his face and body sag.

Miller never dilutes his central argument—that business must be governed by conscience and social responsibility—but the greatness of the play is in thw ay it shows us the humanity of the characters and acknowledges the agonising complexity of moral choice. All My Sons may begin in the realm of Ibsenite naturalism, but it concludes as a Greek tragedy of cause and consequence.

Van Hove and Versweyveld deliver a stark, intellectually rigorous interpretation that honours Miller’s ethical inquiry. That said, the production is not without missteps. The fallen tree which is only meant to be four years old is oversized, overly dominant  and overstates its symbolism. For someone who adores minimalism, I surprised myself by wishing for a modest table and chairs downstage and a smaller tree upstage. Then there was the incidental music- the persistent, plaintive plinking of piano and string. Though tastefully executed, it ultimately competes with, rather than elevates, the drama. Given the exceptional performances and the potency of Miller’s dialogue, such embellishment feels unnecessary.

These reservations notwithstanding, this is an incisive, superbly performed revival—bold in conception, often thrilling in execution, and unquestionably relevant. Not quite a five-star triumph, but a richly deserved and emphatic four.

All My Sons can be seen at the Wyndham’s Theatre until 7 March 2026. Buy tickets directly at allmysonsplay.com

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Theatre reviews roundup: End

Poignant end to trilogy

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Saskia Reeves and Clive Owen in End. Photo: Marc Brenner

The final part of David Eldridge’s trilogy concerning couples at various stages in their relationships provides great acting from Clive Owen and Saskia Reeves in a story concerning a dying partner, said the critics.

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4 stars ⭑⭑⭑⭑

LondonTheatre’s Marianka Swain found:  ‘Both actors are tremendous. Owen viscerally conveys the exhausted frustration of this energetic man being confined to a failing body (…) An extraordinary Reeves cycles through the desperate stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining) while also hinting at Julie’s reserves of strength.’ She concluded: ‘Eldridge could do with leaving more space for such exchanges – there are a few too many florid speeches and over-worked metaphors – but this is tender, compassionate drama.’

Calling it ‘a beautiful conclusion’, Fiona Mountford in the Telegraph said: ‘Rachel O’Riordan’s sensitive production is not afraid to take its time and sit in its silences, allowing ruminative rhythms to play out. Yet it is by no means all downbeat, as Alfie and Julie playfully recall a rich shared history of past pleasures.’

WhatsOnStage’s Sarah Crompton found: ‘Owen and Reeves give performances of such honesty that the characters cease to be imagined and become real, every flicker of their shifting emotion beautifully recognised’. She decided: ‘It’s an astonishingly realised portrayal of the way human beings can grope towards an expression of the real things they are feeling’.

The Standard’s Nick Curtis said: ‘O’Riordan’s production depends on the chemistry of Reeves and Owen. The flashes of pique, exasperation and anger between Julie and Alf are underpinned by a mature and demonstrative affection. End features one of the more tender and delicate love scenes I’ve seen on stage’.

3 stars ⭑⭑⭑

Time Out’s Andrzej Lukowski was unconvinced: ‘Alfie and Julie’s dialogue and actions often feel wildly implausible in the context of a 90-minute realtime conversation, overly crammed with exposition and incident. Some veering in tone makes sense, but it gets a bit silly here. It’s a naturalistic drama, but (without wishing to spoiler) it becomes increasingly hard to believe a conversation like this would ever happen.’

Dave Fargnoli for The Stage found: ‘O’Riordan handles the sensitive, slow-paced piece with great finesse, assuredly judging when to let a pause stretch into a loaded silence and when to slip in an uplifting moment of humour. The unhurried staging never becomes static, but while the script is truthful and keenly observed, the piece feels more like documentary than drama: overly observational; lacking forward momentum.’

The Guardian‘s Arifa Akbar stated: ‘This is grown up, bittersweet fare that brings with it a full-bodied reflection on the end that awaits us all: death.’

The Independent‘s Alice Saville explained: ‘The first two parts captured decidedly normal Essex couples falling in love, then (almost) falling apart, played out in real time. Its conclusion breaks new territory by showing a couple who’ve broken with their past, by moving away from their beloved home county, and by contemplating the still scarier reality of moving off this planet altogether. But it still feels like it’s building to something bigger that never comes – a pay-off, postponed in favour of yet another cup of tea.’

Dominic Maxwell in The Times thought it was: ‘too rich with reminiscence, but it offers lots of telling details and little knots for its characters to untangle or move beyond.’ He observed: ‘This kind of nicely observed writing needs fabulous playing to stop from feeling like nicely observed writing. Rachel O’Riordan’s assured production gives us just that.’

Critics’ Average Rating 3.4★

End can be seen at the National Theatre until 7 March 2026.Buy tickets directly at allmysonsplay.com

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Theatre reviews roundup: All My Sons

Bryan Cranston stars in drama of the year

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Paapa Essiedu & Bryan Cranston in All My Sons at Wyndham’s Theatre. Photo: Jan Versweyveld

Director Ivo van Hove and his designer Jan Versweyveld first made their names in the UK with their stripped down production of Arthur Miller’s A View From The Bridge at the Young Vic in 2014. They’re back with a West End production of the same playwright’s All My Sons, returning to the same less-is-more treatment. The critics loved it. It’s one of the all time great plays, which helps, but they loved the cast- Bryan Cranston, Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Paapa Essiedu and more, and the way the director and designer did enough (but not too much) to bring out the play’s human dilemma of whether to sacrifice morals for self interest.

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5 stars ★★★★★

The Guardian’s Arifa Akbar wrote a rave review. She praised van Hove for ‘letting the cast (and what a cast this is) just inhabit their parts but somehow become them as if by magic. They articulate the devastating truths in this play about the corruptions of the American dream and the toxic inheritance handed down from fathers to sons’. She observed: ‘There is a Sophoclean examination of the family, what it means for a son to inherit a father’s crimes, and the production lays out the psychology of blame, guilt and complicity in an incredibly full-bodied and clarifying way.’ She noted it ‘is a rare thing to see a group of actors quite this brilliant gel so completely (…) Every scene is strong, no actor stealing the show, each raising the power of the ensemble as a whole.

‘Calling it ‘an astonishing, deeply moving piece of theatre’, The Standard’s Nick Curtis said: ‘Bryan Cranston and Marianne Jean-Baptiste deliver near pitch perfect performances‘.

Time Out’s Andrzej Lukowski declared: ‘Bryan Cranston and Paapa Essiedu …offer two of the best stage performances of 2025.’  The key to the production was: ‘what van Hove has done is discretely uncouple Miller’s play from the naturalism that often stifles it (…) (his) production really savours the writing.

Cindy Marcolina of BroadwayWorld declared: ‘Each element of the mise-en-scène works perfectly in tune with the other, delivering a simply arresting theatrical event. Van Hove adds even more misanthropy to Miller’s already bleak point of view, exacerbating the significance of Joe’s choices. He cowardly picked money over people’s safety, capitalism over life, ego over justice: it’s as contemporary as it gets. But the intent doesn’t overshadow the humanity in it. He keeps the piece strongly fixed in its genre. It can be a tragic realist drama’.

Annabel Nugent in The Independent noted: ‘Van Hove manages something ingenious here, creating a version of suburban American that’s abstract and epic – while still humming with the sense of a local community that bustles into the backyard for tense little exchanges or leisurely card games. When this story’s tragedy reaches its full force, that thrum of gossip becomes a nightmarish mosquito whine. Joe hasn’t just displeased his community; he’s angered the old gods, and his downfall is absolute.’

The i’s Fiona Mountford stated: ‘playing now at just over two hours without interval, All My Sons assumes the grim yet towering momentum, inexorability and universality of a Greek tragedy (…) I have quite simply never seen a better production of this play.’

4 stars ★★★★

WhatsOnStage’s Sarah Crompton described van Hove’s ‘remarkable ability to crank up tension, to pull the relationships in the Keller family to taut breaking point and to orchestrate the results.’ She praised the design: ‘Jan Versweyveld’s set and lighting design are stark, brown, scuffed. This is not the usual suburban house but an expressionistic wasteland’. She loved the cast: ‘Marianne Jean-Baptiste gives ‘an utterly devastating performance of quiet despair and willed intent’ and ‘Essiedu is simply superb, leaning into Colin’s essential goodness, his trust in a world that is about to be destroyed.’

The Times’ Clive Davis said it was ‘a clear-sighted yet full-blooded reading of one of the most perfectly plotted dramas (with echoes of Ibsen and the ancient Greeks) you will ever see.’ He praised the stars: ‘Cranston gives a masterclass in fusing an easy exterior with a roiling interior’. But, ‘Good as everyone is here, it’s Paapa Essiedu … you walk out talking about. His ascent from affable shrugs to righteous rants is plausible, compelling, freshly minted.’ He concluded: ‘this is a seriously good play, seriously well acted, seriously well staged.’

The Stage’s Sam Marlowe found von Hove’s staging ‘shot through with a profound disgust for the jettisoning of morals and common humanity in the pursuit of the mighty dollar. As it builds towards a frenzy of anguish over more than two interval-free hours, you can’t help but sense a boiling anger at the current US administration.’ She had a reservation:  ‘Von Hove directs with his habitual expressionistic flourishes, some of which are a touch heavy-handed’. She ended:  ‘As we watch them all rip themselves and each other apart on a stage littered with red autumn leaves that irresistibly recall memorial poppy fields, this brutal dismantling of the American dream feels more pertinent than ever.’

For The Mail’s Patrick Marmion, it was a ‘harrowing journey into guilt-racked despair’.

Dominic Cavendish in the Telegraph thought: ‘the virtue of this production is… its spare focus’. He had one niggle: ‘With performances this strong, and a tragic climax so potent, the cinematic incidental music that plays beneath the dialogue feels like an unnecessary emotional nudge. Van Hove’s “less is more” approach works well; even less would work even better.’

Critics’ Average Rating 4.5★

Value rating 45 (Value rating is the Average Critic Rating divided by the typical ticket price)

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Theatre reviews roundup: Porn Play

Ambika Mod excels as porn addict in uneven play

Royal Court Theatre
Ambika Mod and Lizzy Connolly in Porn Play. Photo: Helen Murray

Ambika Mod rose above a play about addiction to pornography that received mixed reviews. Some critics thought Sophia Chetin-Leuner’s play, directed by Josie Rourke, was a bold look at female sexuality while others thought it heavy handed and unfocused.

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4 stars ★★★★

Chris Wiegand in The Guardian called it an ‘ambitious balance of tragedy, horror and comedy’. He commented: ‘In a riveting performance, Ambika Mod manages to make Ani’s isolation and emptiness as moving as it is unsettling.’

Annabel Nugent in The Independent described the play as ‘a welcome and bold addition to the growing discourse surrounding sex and the internet.’ As for Ambika Mod’s performance: ‘she brings a naturalism and genuine fearlessness’.

The play is ‘brutally sad rather than sexy’ said The Standard’s Nick Curtis. He continued: ‘It features a harrowing central performance, more emotionally than physically exposing, from Ambika Mod’.

Olivia Rook for LondonTheatre reported : ‘Chetin-Leuner’s tight, 100-minute play asks lots of probing questions about the complicated and thorny strands of female desire, but only gently touches on the likely root of Ani’s struggle. In Porn Play’s final moments, shame and grief mingle together in a harrowing display that shows not only the skill of its lead performer, but the craft of its ambitious young writer.’

Three stars ★★★

Writing for the Telegraph, Fiona Mountford found it ‘an uncompromising, uncomfortable – get ready to watch myriad masturbation scenes – and too often unsubtle watch.’ The star disappointed her: ‘Mod makes Ani unrelentingly bleak and blank in Josie Rourke’s 100-minute production. The unfortunate upshot of this is that we, like everyone in Ani’s life, feel very distant from her.’

Time Out’s Andrzej Lukowski pointed out: ‘Rourke’s production is staged on a remarkable Yimei Zhao set: it transforms the Royal Court’s Upstairs theatre into a sort of gigantic flesh-coloured sofa with what I’m going to go ahead and say is a big hole that’s meant to be evocative of a vaginal opening as its focal point.’ He is critical of the play: ‘It’s a bold play with a fantastically committed performance from Mod. My basic problem is that violent porn addiction in women is such a rare and delicate subject to be tackling that Chetin-Leuner’s splashy conceptual flourishes feel like a personal hobby horse she’s unsubtly worked in.’

The Stage’s Sam Marlowe praise was tempered: ‘It feels like a frenzy of intriguing ideas, none of which is properly pursued – but for all its nebulous muddle, in Josie Rourke’s striking production, it compels. The dialogue zings, and there’s a playful erudition in the writing, even if it seems a draft or two away from the intricate, layered work it might become.’

The Times’ Clive Davis gave faint praise: ‘Josie Rourke’s production is actually as soft-centred as the material underfoot’ and ‘delivers a portrait of a woman who remains more symbol than substance. Ani is a gifted researcher whose expertise on Milton’s Paradise Lost is the cue for some unremarkable reflections on sin and morality. In case we miss the parallels with Eve’s temptations in the Garden of Eden, Ani and her boyfriend, Liam, are shown about to consume an apple in their opening scene.’

Franco Milazzo’s review in BroadwayWorld was so excoriating, I’m surprised he gave the play as many as three stars. ‘This is not an easy watch by any means but neither is it a particularly informative one.’ His many objections include ‘the parallels between Ani’s fall from grace and Eve’s in Paradise Lost. The allusions could hardly be less subtle (…) If the hints were any heavier, the Royal Court should think about reinforcing the foundations.’ The review was also full of research that served to undermine Chetin-Leuner’s story: ‘one study suggests (…) another study points to…’ 

Critics’ average rating 3.4★

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Theatre review: Porn Play at the Royal Court

A moving insight into addiction and pornography

Royal Court Theatre


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Ambika Mod and Lizzy Connolly in Porn Play. Photo: Helen Murray

Sophia Chetin-Leuner’s new play is about addiction. Unexpectedly the addiction in question is to violent pornography and the addict is a woman.
In case you’re thinking this is a little recherché for the subject of a play, we’re told almost straightaway that more women than men search for violent porn. Even so, she seems to be something of an outlier in the world of porn addicts, the clue being she’s the only woman at a porn addicts anonymous group.
It may be about a niche subject, but the play presents a moving portrait of addiction and poses an intriguing question as to why a woman would become addicted to violent pornography.  

If you’re easily shocked, this is one to avoid. Ambika Mod’s character Ani spends a significant chunk of the evening playing with herself. She also gives us enough vivid descriptions of what she watches to leave us in no doubt that we are talking about nasty stuff, even if she insists, in that addict’s self deceptive way, that it’s fake.
You might also want to avoid it if John Milton isn’t your thing. She’s an academic specialising in the great poet and we learn a lot about paradise, for which read sexual pleasure, and paradise lost, for which read the pain of grief. It may make you want to pick up a volume of his verse and look at it with new eyes, or not.
Ambika Mod is exceptionally good in this part, communicating desperate need, and the shame, fear and helplessness that go with it, all the while presenting a public façade of normality as she pursues her career as a university lecturer and academic. This actor has such an ability to communicate complex feelings that she is surely heading for the top.
Josie Rourke directs with precision.
Yimei Zhai’s set compliments the action superbly.  We the audience are given shoe covers to wear before entering the auditorium. This  is because the entire area is covered in soft pale carpet. The circular stage area and its softness may suggest a woman’s gentitalia but also, because of the whorls that take it down through a number of levels, it may signify a downward spiral. In a stroke of genius, the set is designed so the cast can reach between the joins in the fabric to retrieve props, such as a phone, a tablet or larger items like a pillow, much as you might look for a lost coin down the side of your settee, . This is wondrous in itself, but it mainly reinforces the idea that Ani’s addiction is hidden.
Not that it stays hidden for long. She takes out her phone or laptop at every opportunity to masturbate while looking at porn. This could be when someone leaves the room for a moment, or even when they are asleep in the same bed. Those close to her- her boyfriend, her best friend, her father all realise she has a serious problem. Soon her life starts to fall apart. Her exasperated boyfriend leaves her, her job is in jeopardy.

Will Close portrays with sensitivity the boyfriend’s struggle between love and disgust. He also gives us other examples of masculinity in the course of the play: a male porn addict’s macho mansplaining, a young student’s rampant hormones.
The arc of Ani’s addiction is depicted well.  She maintains the violence is not really that shocking because it’s ‘fake’, but after trying it for herself she acknowledges that her enjoyment is in watching the women get hurt. She is, after Milton, a ‘brutal woman’. Eventually she reaches a point where she knows she needs to stop. Her addiction seems sad for much of the play. However, when she reaches the end of the road, sitting at one corner of the stage stroking herself robotically while the one person who cares enough to help her is in the opposite corner, it is heartbreaking.
Someone commented on The Fifth Step, another play about addiction, that while the subject is no laughing matter, it can be very funny. Sophia Chetin-Leuner seems to take this view. A couple of scenes spring to mind. Because of her continual rubbing, she has made herself sore and succumbed to an infection. She visits a gynecologist, played by Lizzy Connolly who cloaks her in that brisk matter-of-fact indifference, not even looking at Ani, that many patients will be familiar with.
Ambika Mod & Asif Khan in Porn Play. Photo: Helen Murray

During an event at which she is to receive her award for her book on Milton, Ani is approached by an old man who thinks she’s a waiter simply because she’s a young woman. Women are not expected to win top academic awards any more than they’re expected to be as sexually active as men. The old man is played by Asif Khan, who also gives an exquisitely gentle performance as Ani’s father.

In her mind, people begin to say sexual things to her. A woman seems to say to her: ‘I don’t know how you do it, spend all your time giving head’ which is then corrected as ‘in the head of that vile old man Milton.’ Milton crops up frequently when Ani addresses the audience. She talks about his poems at length, that he identified the way good and evil live in parallel, and pleasure masks pain. This does perhaps explain how her addiction arises from grief. And how Eve, the first woman, is a rebel against the patriarchy but also submissive to it. But it does start to feel like a lecture.
There are other moments when it seems the author has not entirely relevant axes to grind. For example, there’s a scene between Ani and one of her students, another fine creation from Lucy Connolly. To an extent it illustrates the gap between millennials and Gen Z. The ‘woke’ student has been triggered by Ani talking about a rape scene in one of Milton’s poems. Ani representing an older generation (that of the author) is tolerant of different times and wants to study a great poet warts and all. The younger generation has no tolerance and wants to cancel Milton. ‘Why would you want to read him and analyse all these horrible men?’ She asks. It’s a bit of a cliché and doesn’t really add to the story.
Porn Play tries to cram too much in but it is a play well worth seeing for its moving, insightful portrait of the effect of easily available pornography on 21st century sex and relationships.
Porn Play can be seen at The Jerwood Theatre Upstairs at The Royal Court until 13 December 2025. Buy tickets direct from the theatre
Paul paid for his ticket. He saw the last preview before the Press Night.

Theatre reviews roundup: The Hunger Games: The Stage Show

Film adaptation favours spectacle above emotion

The Troubadour Canary Wharf Theatre
Mia Carragher in The Hunger Games. Photo by Johan Persson

The Hunger Games is a stage version of the first film in the series of the same name. It has a stellar creative team, with Conor McPherson (The Weir, Girl From The North Country) doing the adaptation, Matthew Dunster directing and Miriam Buether designing. Many reviewers felt the nuances of the story were lost in the large scale spectacle, although some didn’t care about that. The critics didn’t actually agree on how spectacular the show was. Some were dazzled, others found it fell short of their expectations. Mia Carragher as the lead impressed with her action hero prowess.

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4 stars ⭑⭑⭑⭑

Holly O’Mahony in The Stage was a fan of the spectacle: ‘there’s plenty here to impress fans of the franchise, and the space is used in its entirety. Set pieces rise up from beneath the arena-like stage, and props are lowered from above. Ian Dickinson’s sound design sends the flutter of birds’ wings around the auditorium, bringing us closer to the action; Kev McCurdy’s fight direction orchestrates gasp-worthy duels; and Chris Fisher’s illusions send arrows flying into the bullseye of their targets.’

3 stars ⭑⭑⭑

Cindy Marcolina at BroadwayWorld declared: ‘The actors are tireless athletes, the theatre is an imposing arena, and the stagecraft is often remarkable. Unfortunately, it’s also a soulless incarnation (…) If you expect to be wowed to the edge of your seat, the technical aspects will do that. If you look for emotional depth and the same thematic inquiry as the source material, you might be disappointed.’

For Alex Wood at WhatsOnStage, it was ‘a show that often feels caught between two impulses: thoughtful character study and full-throttle spectacle, and never really satisfyingly landing either.’ He concluded: ‘It has just enough theatrical invention to justify its existence beyond the films, while Carragher’s debut is a genuine highlight.’

Time Out‘s Andrzej Lukowski took a different view of the choice of lead: ‘It’s hardly hack work. And it very nearly clicks – just a stronger lead away from triumph.’ He explained that ‘Mia Carragher is certainly up to the considerable physical demands of playing Katniss (…) But she’s somewhat light on the ol’ charisma and she talks in a breathy Marilyn Monroe-style accent that is odd bordering on distracting.’ He didn’t think it worked to have her as ‘both protagonist and narrator. It’s true that there’s a lot to explain. But in such an action-heavy format, having the lead character constantly offering background on what’s going on really undermines the sense of her living in a dangerous moment.’

The Mail‘s Patrick Marmion decided it wasn’t as good as the film: ‘Martial arts, modern dance, and hand-to-hand combat are what drive the pageant, heightened by strobe lighting and nasty white noise. Sadly for the producers, the practicalities of live performance can’t touch the roller-coaster ride of the film.’

Over at The Independent Alice Saville disagreed: ‘There are wince-inducing fight scenes, eyebrow-singeing bursts of fire, and dazzling bits of stage trickery. Its tensest moments plunge the audience right into this dangerous world’. Her beef is with McPherson’s adaptation: ‘he makes too much of Katniss and her sister’s pretty dresses, and not enough of their raging sense of injustice.’

The Guardian‘s Arifa Akbar found: ‘you don’t feel the dread in Conor McPherson’s adaptation, which seems clipped by the pace of events, all spectacle above emotion.’ She noted: ‘John Malkovich, appearing on screen as President Snow, goes his own way a little more, not as lugubriously contemptuous as Donald Sutherland in the film, more blank-eyed and Spock-like. But he remains as flat as his 2D image, more a cameo than a character.’

2 stars ⭑⭑

Claire Allfree for the Telegraph called it a ‘depressingly bad adaptation’. She continued: ‘Dunster’s production feels thuddingly perfunctory. Save for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment of suspended action in the rafters, startlingly little use is made of the hangar-like proportions of the Troubadour auditorium (which was purpose-built for this show).’ Her parting shot was: ‘we are left with a mediocre half-way house, neither theatrically coherent nor, alas, a patch on the far superior films.’

The i’s Fiona Mountford ‘found this unexcitingly staged spectacle an underwhelming trudge.’ She was disappointed by the lack of spectacle: ‘With this sort of setting, an audience understandably expects bells-and-whistles excitement; as it is, the friend who came with me commented that, “It looks like they’re running around a school gym”.’

For Marianka Swain at LondonTheatre, it was ‘a damp squib’. She said: ‘Matthew Dunster’s production never really finds a unique and coherent theatrical language for The Hunger Games. It’s a hodge-podge of ideas, including limited video, songs, aerial stunts, and unconvincing stylised dance.’

‘This dystopia could surely do with a little more pizzazz,’ began The Times’ Clive Davis. ‘The in-the-round arena, designed by Miriam Buether, looks impressive when you take your seat, but once the action starts you soon discover that Dunster and his team struggle to fill it with enough spectacle to justify the steep prices.’ He found:  ‘Mia Carragher … is an energetic central presence as Katniss Everdeen (…) But the fact that she’s required to narrate much of the story while sprinting here and there is a distinct flaw in a script by the playwright Conor McPherson, which plods through the tale as told in the first film’.

Critics’ Average Rating 2.7⭑

Value rating 34 (Value rating is the Average Critic Rating divided by the typical ticket price.)

The Hunger Games continues at The Troubadour Canary Wharf Theatre until October 2026. Buy tickets direct from the theatre

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