JAN WOOLF invigilates images that meditate on Palestine, and the people who witness them
Black Mountain
Orange Tree Theatre, Richmond-upon-Thames
BUILDING dramatic tension is not an easy skill for a playwright to master. Just a word or two, or even a pause, in the wrong place can puncture long spells of hard-earned unease.
In Brad Birch's latest play it is not so much his delicately crafted and intriguing wordplay that bursts the bubble but the deflating lack of substance behind it.
James Grieve's minimalist in-the-round production utilises just a ring of light and a collection of shrill sounds to illuminate the story of a murky love triangle.
PETER MASON applauds a stage version of Le Carre’s novel that questions what ordinary people have to gain from high-level governmental spying
MARY CONWAY relishes two matchless performers and a masterclass in tightly focused wordplay
Farringdon looks ahead to this weekend's races



