PETER MASON is beguiled by a fascinating account of the importance of cricket to immigrants from the Caribbean to the UK
The question for any director of Christopher Marlowe’s rarely performed early play, which reads like a dramatic poem, is how to create a work of living theatre. Kimberley Sykes and her creative team have succeeded brilliantly.
Marlowe gives his own slant to the episode in Virgil’s Aeneid where the Trojan Aeneas, escaping from the destruction of his native city and its people, finds himself and his band shipwrecked on the coast of Queen Dido’s Carthage, now Libya.
Marlowe, reputed to have been an atheist, never had much time for God or the gods in general. His play opens depicting Olympus as a naughty school playground with the headmaster Jupiter engaged in highly questionable behaviour with a youthful Ganymede and berated by his daughter Venus for leaving her son Aeneas to his fate on Earth rather than pursuing his mission to reach Italy and found Rome.
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship
GORDON PARSONS acknowledges the authority with which Sarah Kane’s theatrical justification for suicide has resonance today
GORDON PARSONS meditates on the appetite of contemporary audiences for the obscene cruelty of Shakespeare’s Roman nightmare



