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The team behind Death of England and its spin-off-slash-standalone-sequel Death of England: Delroy have been busy since their last involvement with the material, with Delroy dramatically closing on press night due to the measure of the second lockdown. Now, Clint Dyer and Roy Williams’s latest collaboration is landing on screen as a hybrid film that deals with the permanent scars that the events in the first instalments left.

A town in the middle of nowhere, a violent relationship, a heinous crime, a tell-all letter. Wyoming, 1888. The gold rush came and went in the American state, leaving marks only in the popularity of Belle, the star of the Mermaid brothel. It’s “A story about tyrants and those who survive them” tells one of the five prostitutes who’s going to catch us up with the facts.

There aren’t that many plays that deal with grooming and David Mamet’s Oleanna is the one piece that always springs to mind. Even then, we have an older professor accused of sexual harassment by one of his students. What happens when we shift the light and it’s a young boy who reports his sports teacher years later? John Patterson responds to that scenario with a multi-faceted and hard-hitting play. Innocence isn’t the answer to a problem. Once the show is over, it feels like he’s put a picture in front of his audience and now asks to describe it. It demands a discussion over drinks right after. 

As the celebrations for the 10th anniversary of Matilda The Musical heat up in the West End, we spoke to Landi Oshinowo, who plays Mrs Phelps, Matilda's local librarian, at the Cambridge Theatre. Known for roles such as The Colour Purple, Ain't Misbehavin', and Big Fish, Landi told us all about working with children on and off stage, her favourite lines in the show, and why people love it so much. 

Samuel Beckett is no stranger to Jermyn Street Theatre. In 2012, Trevor Nunn’s All That Falls went on to become an international hit and in 2020 it saw Beckett Triple Bill with Nunn at the helm again. But times have changed and post-pandemic theatre (although one could say we’re not there yet) - as much as it strives to be the same as before - is different. And Beckett can be very dark. There’s something almost morbid in doing two of his lesser known short plays at the moment, but it works so well.

“Remembering is not different from imagining” says Old Mrs Hemlock to the Boy, all grown up now, as he tries to secure his recollection of the past. Neil Gaiman’s book The Ocean at the End of the Lane is bewitching. It holds a deep pull for people of all ages, who find common ground in it. It’s an incredible feat to take everything that the novel is and translate its feeling and atmosphere for the stage. Writer Joel Horwood and director Katy Rudd achieve the impossible.

As far as entertainment goes, our multiple lockdowns ended up being characterised by distinct obsessions. There were live workouts in the mornings, sourdough baking, people hunted for pasta and toilet paper, and they watched television. As the second lockdown was knocking on our doors, one more of these dropped on Netflix.

Sixty-three Wycliffe Road is a quiet terraced house in Battersea, just south of the River Thames. A stone’s throw from the station, it's an ideal spot for modern real estate standards. But in 1956, life turned into a living nightmare for the Hitchings family.

Hampstead Theatre gets back on its feet properly and reopens at full capacity bringing Stockard Channing back on stage, who was last on stage in London at Trafalgar Studios in 2017. The former Rizzo now plays Thelma,  Rebecca Night’s Jessie’s elderly mother who lives by herself apparently ignorant of the running of her own home. But Jessie’s had enough of life and announces to her that at the end of the night she's going to shoot herself in her bedroom.

Dante Alighieri is frequently said to be the Italian William Shakspeare, and he certainly is in many aspects. Often pictured from his side - with prominent nose, laurel crown, and red tunic becoming the stars of his portraits - he somewhat invented the Italian language before modern Italy was even conceived as an ideal. The English wouldn’t meet their Bard for a further two centuries.

“There’s no point in anything because I am going to die” Sarah Kane says 4:48 Psychosis. Posthumously performed in 2000, the play is usually regarded as one of the greatest British playwright’s suicide note. A distressed mind, Kane took her own life at the age of 28 in 1999 and left an immense legacy behind. It has also somewhat become iconic since its debut at the Royal Court and much has been said about it. 

A brilliant new collection of voices has just hit bookshelves. 50 Women in Theatre, published by Aurora Metro, shines a light on the invaluable contributions of women across all disciplines and fields of stagecraft. From stage designers to actors, the volume is an inclusive and all-around eye-opening account of how theatre has changed from the post-war period to now.

Lots has changed in the United Kingdom since the referendum in 2016, and so has in British theatre. International, multicultural shows are now a steady presence in the fringe, making different points of view louder and stronger. These pieces are usually in English, our common language, or have some sort of sur-or-sub-titleage going on. What happens when a company refuse to do so and decide to perform a play where languages intertwine and interact? Mrs Green happens.

There are many plays that have been pushed back by the pandemic. For some, their delay is an honest shame. For others… well… even more development time might have actually saved them. Dissident Theatre’s snazzy debuting run of Snowflakes is now playing at the Old Red Lion Theatre after its original 2020 cancellation.

There is something unexplainable and idiosyncratically intimate about Aria Entertainment’s The Last 5 Years. In a journey begun at Southwark Playhouse right before the pandemic hit our stages, Jonathan O’Boyle’s production of Jason Robert Brown’s beloved musical has redefined the piece itself to the point where now there probably isn’t a purest way to make the show.

On Shaftesbury Avenue, right opposite The Palace Theatre with its Cursed Child, a venue which holds a mesmerising surprise lies between a Wing Stop and an educational centre. Stone Nest - an old Welsh Presbyterian church - is now home to an Anglo-Russian multimedia production with looks as luscious as its core subject is plain.

Move over Hamilton and Six. There’s a new historical musical in town and it’s creating ripples. After a sold-out debuting run at the New Diorama back in pre-covid times and another one in 2020 at Southwark Playhouse, SplitLip’s Operation Mincemeat has just returned to Elephant and Castle once more before coming back again next year. It almost looks like the West End needs to take notice ASAP.

In 1940 a group of four teenage friends, thinking they’d be crawling through a secret passage to the close-by Lascaux Manor, made one of the most astonishing discoveries of the 20th Century. Over nine hundred paintings dating back god-knows-how-long, in their eyes. Something inside of them knew that they needed to preserve it, so they camped out day and night to protect it. Then WWII started, and they enrolled in the French resistance.

It’s the 11th of September at The Grand in Brighton, first in 1943, then 1982, and then 2001. Writer David Hendon’s choice of years is, obviously, everything but a coincidence. World War II, The Troubles, and then the attacks on the World Trade Centre. One wonders how can a play that spans such crucial moments in modern history be so shockingly apolitical other than unnecessarily long.

“I’m a part-time time-traveler!” Toby is an artist who moonlights (quite literally) in an observatory. While his job is generally a tedious keeping track of stars and making sure they haven’t moved, everything changes when he spots a comet that seems to be coming towards Earth. An action-film fanboy with a profound lack of confidence, when nobody pays attention to his warning, he transforms into a blockbuster hero. Meanwhile, in his personal sphere, a chance encounter at a party makes him fall in love with a girl who made “time melt”.