The touring production of The Worst Witch is high-octane, clever and extremely enjoyable.
The enduring presence of the gods in this modern reading of Electra is a circle that is never squared, the potential intrigue of its revolutionary politics are hampered by the reliance on a hero (fresh from the fight), and not even the raucous live music can stop the storytelling from dragging.
Enjoyable performances, but I really do wish there had been less words in Electra at the Bunker Theatre, and more music and sharper storytelling.
Ancient Greece & punk collide to make an inspiring piece of theatre in Electra, performed with heart and spirit – a real call to arms.
Kicking off my challenge was the Old Vic’s production, which I’ve seen four times (and by some bizarre providence I managed to see each actor playing Tiny Tim).