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One of the hardest things is to get people working in theatre excited by a performance. Especially with a text predicted to be “undirectable” like Heiner Muellers Hamletmachine. And especially when two just graduating young directors from London do such a piece. But in Mondays performance at Frascati of Muellers piece directed by Imploding Fictions (Philip Thorne and Øystein Ulsberg Brager) it just happened: nearly one hall of largely young directors, actors, dramaturges, producers etc. got caug… Continue

Just returned from a terrific evening of over the top acting, knockabout theatricality and the best rendition of “to be or not to be” I have ever heard – recited by a four-headed Shakespeare. Travelling theatre company Footsbarn don't do subtle. They do in-yer-face, cut the crap theatre. Their brash theatricality veers between irritating and invigorating. It's like hardcore Panto or Kneeghigh without… Continue

Together with INSTED we were invited to the Körber Studio Junge Regie 2008 in Hamburg, Germany’s annual symposium for young directors. We lived in a place just of the Reeperbahn (probably the most decadent street in Europe), but even so nightlife was eclipsed by a full on schedule that seemed devised to test even the toughest theatre junkie. The regular programme: show for breakfast, four hour afternoon debate about the previous shows, supper (this was invariably soup), first play of the… Continue

The distinct smell of make up, boiled sweets and cheap champagne hangs in the air. We are unpacking our BAC scratch show of bad jokes, bad acting and bad taste and turning it into a full length evening of misjudged razzle dazzle for the Frascati Theatre in Amsterdam. Now you see it, now you don't is essentially the debris of a clown act, a topsy turv… Continue