Following their run at the Keble O’Reilly, the cast and director of HDM discuss the show.
Director Jack Saville and writer James P Mannion, the duo behind last year’s Surprise, return with another seemingly familiar tale which plays fast and loose with the rules of reality. Cemented by impressive lead performances, Ridley’s Choice is a multi-layered experiment with the play’s format and is certain to challenge any preconceptions one might have previously held.
Bing Crosby, Santa hats and Christmas jumpers: The Oxford Revue’s Christmas Party kicked off last night in traditional cheesy style, providing an evening of sketches, stand-up, and musical numbers to warm the cockles of all but the very Grinchiest. (more…)
Last week, Tim Stanley proudly flaunted his ignorance in The Telegraph over what exactly gender is, snorting: “Apparently a “cis” is someone who identifies with the same gender that they were born with. So that’s a thing now”.
Yes, Tim, it is a thing now – and, as this difficult but well-executed production of Virginia Woolf’s quasi-autobiographical gender-bending novel proves, it’s been a thing for at least a few centuries. Or millennia. It’s difficult to tell; time in this play is malleable, contorting and folding over itself, jumping hundreds of years, in a lifetime, in an hour and forty minute run-time. (more…)
I got my first taste of Monkey Bars last Saturday, at a rehearsal in St. John’s. Director Siwan Clark discussed her own motivation for putting on a production of the award-winning show from her mother’s work with vulnerable children, as the cast acted out a selection of scenes. Seeing the whole production in the intimate setting of the Burton Taylor Studio, I’m pleased to see, shows the same verve and energy from the preview. (more…)
Cuppers is notorious for variety, and Saturday’s highlights certainly deliver, with everything from Irish nuns preaching sexual purity (and that was a comedy), to masked figures, and a re-telling of Quasimodo, from the point of view of his wife.
The day began with laughter. Regents Park’s entry depicted a Catholic school run by nuns and priests, where prayer is the only way to get through one’s O-levels and missing holy mass might just be the greatest sin of all. “Well aren’t you a fine pack of heathens”, Mother Basil exclaims to her class as they struggle to remember who is the head of the Catholic Church – is it the Pope or Jesus? – and Mary Mooney innocently enquires what sodomy might mean. (more…)