Theatre Bench’s production of Patrick Cash’s HIV Monologues is a sensitive and very modern look at attitudes to HIV, not only in the LGBT community but across society.
This weekend, I was a guest at the launch of a new collaboration between the China based GengXing Culture Development Company, Ginger.cat, and the UK based Big Foot Arts Education. Big Foot work in schools to inspire young people through play and arts to enrich their educational learning.
In art, marketing is often used as a metaphor for a sense that we all inhabit a meaningless, shallow culture. And so it is in Focus Group where the audience are less immersed than they are occasional participants in a dialogue that ultimately means little to the play’s message or journey.
The Vaults on Leake Street is the right venue for a show about squatting in a dead woman’s house and life. Beneath Waterloo Station, in a subterranean space – theatre’s squatting in it.
Based on a true story this has been marketed as a look at British prison life, the issue is that Brown’s two-hander, with Mark Wingett (Jim Carver in The Bill) as her jailbird father Terry doesn’t even touch the surface of what it is really like to be in prison and most of what we hear of Terry’s time is second/third hand information.
Some theatre leaves an indelible mark on you, changes your perspective on life, art, politics or philosophy, or challenges your innermost perceptions of yourself and the world you live in. Out There on Fried Meat Ridge Road is not that piece of theatre.
Five years ago, Tyler Clementi, a bespectacled 18-year-old freshman at Rutgers University in New Jersey jumped off the George Washington Bridge. His room-mate Dharun Ravi had set up a video camera to secretly record Clementi’s tryst with another male student and broadcast it on the internet. Thanks to New Jersey’s muddled legislation on hate crime, Ravi served only 20 days of his sentence.
All the reviews of F*cking Men at the King’s Head referred to its setting ‘in the gay community’. If it does nothing else, Memphis writer Joe diPietro’s re-working of Arthur Schnitzler’s 1897 Viennese cycle of illicit courtship La Ronde proves there’s no such thing.
Until recently I was working in the basement of an advertising agency. Oh how the mighty have fallen, as I was once a budding freelance copywriter for the company’s thriving ‘verbal identity’ team, having blagged my way in with no experience, just when the BBC had bought one of my TV comedy scripts. I was as an American agent once described ‘ packing some heat.’
It’s an old story – a celebrity, er, pulls off in a lay-by – maybe loosening some garments to accommodate a painful stomach condition … or, in the case of high-profile newsreader Geoffrey Hammond (Robert Daws) graphically told in newish writer Sam Peter Jackson‘s Private Property at the Trafalgar Studios, triple-fingering a bare-assed rent-boy in […]
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The persistent fondness of Rodgers and Hammerstein for corn-fed country settings is at odds with their gritty New York City upbringing. Nostalgic affection for the farmer and the cowgirl is confirmed by Oklahoma!, Carousel and even Ensign Nellie Forbush marooned on her South Pacific island, sings of being “as corny as Kansas in August” For […]
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