Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
THE Royal and Derngate’s artistic supremo James Dacre is never predictable and his latest contribution to the Shakespeare commemorations is The Herbal Bed by Peter Whelan, a play exploring the life of Shakespeare’s daughter.
Directed by James Dacre for English Touring Theatre, it is a remarkable production of a remarkable play.
It was written in the 1990s, when the Nolan Committee had laid down some basic principles on standards in public life and just as John Major’s Tory government carried out the most blatant lying whitewash with the Scott report on British arms dealers’ corruption abroad.
Family issues and dragon-fuelled history amount to a vacuous spectacle that ill-fits the theatre, muses SIMON PARSONS
GEORGE FOGARTY is dazzled by a breathtakingly skillful puppet version of Shakespeare’s greatest love poem
GORDON PARSONS salutes the apt return of Brecht’s vaudevillian cartoon drama that retains the vitality of the boxing or the circus ring
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship



