Author JohnnyFox

Guest reviewer: breathless girl scout reporter Gloria Trubshaw   Plays for poor theatre: in Brexit Britain, once we’re reduced to eating rats whilst clutching our blue passports, a Shakespeare...

Plays like this are a gift to writers with word count limits - here you go, that's 20% of a Londonist or 15% of an Evening Standard review completed just by copying the title.  I narrowly missed seeing A...

One of the reasons I decided to leave the London Gay Men’s Chorus was that we were obliged to learn complex choreography to Jai Ho, the thumping Oscar-winning Bollywood anthem A R Rahman wrote to underscore...

Five people sit around a suburban living room over drinks and nibbles. It could be Abigail’s Party were it not for the fact that instead of debating whether or not we like Demis Roussos, we’re discussing...

Just what is the big fuss about Heathers? It’s a school-of-Legally-Blonde musical derived from a cult movie which had an enthusiastic six-week run at The Other Palace, mostly for existing fans of the Winona...

Every follower of Bake Off or MasterChef knows you get half the marks for initiative and half for execution - so even thought still in development by the enterprising curious directive company - Gastronomic,...

I wonder if a new genre is forming in musical theatre? Let's call it 'cartoon rock' - because products like Eugenius!, Six and Knights of the Rose have little in common with the canons of Lloyd Webber, or...

There is a certain delicious irony in seeing a play about old-age and Alzheimer’s in the midst of a midweek matinee audience at Richmond Theatre. In the pub beforehand, a middle-aged woman said she’d never...

A few days after I heard Jemima Rooper yearn for a matchbox house in the suburbs in her perfect rendition of ‘Somewhere That’s Green’ from Little Shop of Horrors, here’s Katherine Parkinson - the...

The role of the monstrously pretentious housewife Beverly, created by Alison Steadman in her husband Mike Leigh’s 1977 comedy Abigail’s Party is as embedded in public consciousness as Edith Evans’...