Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
X
Royal Court Theatre, London SW1
4/5
ALISTAIR McDowall’s X sees a rag-tag group of British astronauts stuck on Pluto. With no radio responses from Earth — where, apocalyptically, no trees remain — and the failure of the scheduled pick-up to arrive, things start to disintegrate.
The clock begins to malfunction, meaning that the stranded group have no idea how long they’ve been there, plus there might be a little girl outside on the surface...
MARIA DUARTE and ANDY HEDGECOCK review Sunny Dancer, Tony, Songs of Forgotten Trees, and The End of Oak Street
Monster profits on the Tube, paternal dilemmas for time travellers, and an alien abduction buddy saga
ANDY HEDGECOCK is astonished by a portrait of contemporary Greece, complete with political protest, organised crime and people trafficking, told from the point of view of — wait for it — runaway poultry
MARY CONWAY applauds the timely revival of Miller’s study of people fatally deformed by the economics of survival



