GABRIELE NEHER draws attention to an astoundingly skilled Flemish painter who defied the notion that women cannot paint like men
The End Of Eddy
Church Hill Theatre, Edinburgh
EDOUARD LOUIS’s novel is about growing up gay in a working-class community in northern France, but you wouldn’t guess the literary roots of Eline Arbo’s adaptation, so perfectly does it work as a piece of theatre.
It has the epic quality of Brecht — an archetypal story that might happen anywhere, whose scenes play out with didactic clarity, coupled to an uninhibited depiction of teenage sexuality worthy of Frank Wedekind.
It is also a masterpiece of spare contemporary theatre that requires its four Dutch actors to share the main role, as Eddy discovers not just his sexuality but also his dawning class consciousness and to bring every other role to life as believeable portraits from the harassed and cynical mother and broken alcoholic father to homophobic gangs, gay teenage orgies, brothers, girlfriends and schoolmates.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
PETER MASON applauds a stage version of Le Carre’s novel that questions what ordinary people have to gain from high-level governmental spying
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship
ANGUS REID squirms at the spectacle of a bitter millennial on work experience in a gay sauna



