MARIA DUARTE and ANGUS REID review Wild Foxes, Hokum, I’ve Seen All I Need to See, and Ada: My Mother the Architect
Treasure Island
Royal Lyceum, Edinburgh
I relish it when a theatre company has the guts to eviscerate a classic.
In Warsaw in 1990 I saw a Polish production of Chekhov’s The Seagull that reduced the play to deckchairs, extended pauses and daft symbolism in a witty and absurdist act of cultural vandalism. It was a brilliant East European engagement with things Russian and the deconstruction worked because the audience shared the sense of purpose with which it was done.
What of things Scottish?
The book feels like a writer working within his limits and not breaking any new ground, believes KEN COCKBURN
ANGUS REID squirms at the spectacle of a bitter millennial on work experience in a gay sauna
MARIA DUARTE and MICHAL BONCZA review Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning, Bob Trevino Likes It, Lilo & Stitch, Fountain of Youth
In this production of David Mamet’s play, MARY CONWAY misses the essence of cruelty that is at the heart of the American deal



