“All your followers are blind! Too much heaven on their minds.” Judas’s lyric in the opening number of Jesus Christ Superstar sums up the problem harrying its latest production. The musical, with music by Andrew Lloyd Webber and lyrics by Tim Rice, is set to play in concert form at...
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If there is one drive that is common throughout the work of dramatist James Graham, it is the search for a modern British identity. From assessing Gareth Southgate’s reforming tenure in his play Dear England, to tacking his own divided Nottinghamshire village in his BBC show Sherwood, Graham’s dramas are...
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On the cusp of the millennium, Seamus Heaney reflected “We can’t keep on writing elegies.” Four years after receiving the Nobel Prize, the 60-year-old Irish poet was being interviewed by Channel 4’s Jon Snow in his home in Blackrock, Dublin. Snow asks him what kind of story is to be...
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A selection of poetry, prose, photographs and artwork submitted as part of The Boar Magazine. Ma, Archi Adhikari I am writing a poem that you’ll never read That you never can read Your eyes will skip over these words The uncomfortable contours of a second language Like stumbling legs...
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‘Listen to the stories. Hear it in the songs. Angry men don’t write the rules and guns don’t write the wrongs’, sings the hopeful Balladeer, who leads us through the many folk tales that make up John Weidman and Stephen Sondheim’s Assassins. The 1990 musical spins the tale of nine...
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The story begins with a storm. A dingy motel room, and a door that swings open to reveal a man. The opening tableau of Katori’s Hall’s breakthrough play The Mountaintop is a striking theatrical image – reminiscent of Willy Loman’s entrance in Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman. MLK is...
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“By destroying Ireland’s people, they destroy Ireland,” wrote John Hume about the Provisional IRA in 1989, just as he was about to begin secret peace talks with Gerry Adams. After I finished the new nine-part FX drama series Say Nothing on Disney +, those words struck me in a new...
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A barren stage, soaked in cold light. Two drunken old men, one paralysed on the wooden floor, the other picking off the floorboards of Rob Howell’s classical set. As one these floorboards are picked off, a warm gleam emanates from below. The old man reaches down to this glow and...
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