Writings

The Wrong Crowd: The Girl with the Iron Claws

The Wrong Crowd: The Girl with the Iron Claws

August 26th, 2011 by

The Girl with the Iron Claws is the first production from The Wrong Crowd, a collaboration between puppet-maker and designer Rachael Canning and writer and director Hannah Mulder. The influence of a maker at the core of the process is much in evidence in the effortlessly aesthetic set: a striking pair of brass spindly ‘claws’ is […]

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Look Left Look Right: You Once Said Yes

Look Left Look Right: You Once Said Yes

August 26th, 2011 by

Ever had the sort of day where you just set off down the street with no agenda, and find yourself talking to all sorts of strange (in all senses of that word) people, and losing yourself in all sorts of odd, interesting, and sometimes hair-raising situations? Look Left Look Right use this rather lovely starting […]

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The Frequency d’Ici: Free Time Radical

The Frequency d’Ici: Free Time Radical

August 25th, 2011 by

This slow-burning and poignant new drama by the artists formerly known as Top of the World (responsible for 2008’s Fringe First Award-winningPaperweight) shows the company confidently deepening their unique focus on the challenges of what it is to be human, and particularly male, in the modern world. The production is grounded in powerfully nuanced performances […]

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Quarantine: Entitled

Quarantine: Entitled

August 24th, 2011 by

Let’s hear it for the technicians, those anonymous, uncredited foot soldiers of the performing arts who, dressed in black, with bowed heads, put in the cables, the leads, the woofers, the tweeters, the mixing desk, the amp, the mics, the floods, the cans, the spots… Quarantine’s Entitled puts the technicians centrestage, using the usually hidden choreography that […]

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ShadyJane: Sailing On

ShadyJane: Sailing On

August 24th, 2011 by

Somewhere in between ‘missing’ and ‘presumed drowned’ is – what? The limbo of the ladies’ loos, that’s what. So here we are, six of us (ladies and gents, the gents looking somewhere in-between embarrassed and intrigued), and as always there’s a queue, with two of three cubicles occupied – one by Virginia Woolf, and one […]

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