ANDY HEDGECOCK relishes two exhibitions that blur the boundaries between art and community engagement
Attila the Stockbroker Diary: April 19, 2024
Suddenly pressed into international diplomacy, the bard brings the crumhorn of peace to North Korea
The Star's critic MARIA DUARTE reviews I Am Martin Parr, September Says, The Monkey, and The Gorge
RITA DI SANTO applauds a touching and witty opener that touches a hot topic in Germany: the future of the immigrant population
SIMON PARSONS is discomfited by an unflichingly negative portrait of motherhood and its trials
PAUL FOLEY recommends an extraordinary double bill that packs a punch and leaves you reeling
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a play about AI that results in a deadening disconnect for its audience
SIMON PARSONS applauds an insightful state-of-the-nation play that explores the growing class divide in South Africa
NK DONS!
I’m 66. I’ve been Attila for 44 years. And the wonderful thing is that the kind of utterly bonkers stories documented extensively in my 2015 autobiography Arguments Yard are still happening to me after all this time. The latest one can finally be revealed.
Last year I came home from the pub to the kind of email one doesn’t get every day.
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