On the heels of a memorable performance a few years back, this Stratford production is all thumbs.
This production proves that London can sing and dance just as well as they do it on the other side of the pond.
Patrick Stewart plays the author whose work he has acted out so many times.
Horizon marked a milestone not only in Eugene O'Neill's body of work, but in theater's history as a whole.
Even with the violent material in a 17th century setting, the formula here feels stale, like it's been done recently more than once.
Old-world tradition clashes with the 21st century, and upper-class pomposity comes nowhere near to clashing with the realities of the common man.
Make sure you get a sitter for the night, because you're not going to want to bring your kids to this one.
Following the awards and hullabaloo of the New York run, the expectations are a little out of reach.
Stoppard's play dissects the complexities and infidelities of the human heart, in a way that resembles stories from his own past.
A dining room full of pompous, uppity characters go round and round, slugging down wine and spitting out snobbery.