REVIEW: Uproar


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

A raw and riveting rallying cry that turns the audience into activists. 


In today’s world, fear is everywhere—amplified by headlines soaked in violence, misinformation spread by those in power, and the furious noise of intolerant voices scapegoating the vulnerable. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed, even paralysed, by the relentless waves of chaos and blame. We’re fed fear to keep us compliant, distracted, and silent. But some voices cut through the noise—voices that remind us of our collective power. Uproar is one of those voices: bold, defiant, and moving. It invites us to stomp our feet, shake our sonajas, raise our fists, and remember that real change has always come from below. Solo el pueblo salva al pueblo—only the people can save the people.

Uproar is an interdisciplinary performance born from the political crisis in Peru during 2022–2023, following the deaths of civilians during protests against the government of President Dina Boluarte and the Peruvian Congress. The piece raises awareness of the ongoing crisis and invites audiences to “sound together in a collective call for social justice,” fostering empathy and solidarity in facing global injustices. Created by the Rieckhof-Silva Collective—Peruvian artists Carolina Rieckhof (costume and prop designer) and Moyra Silva (director, performer, and movement thinker)—Uproar is a quiet, layered riot. It doesn’t just make you want to fight; it makes you want to learn, connect, and stand up for the stories we’re not being told.

The show explores its themes through a rich blend of movement, sound, and projection, creating a space that feels both contemplative and electric. Silva, performing almost entirely solo, commands the stage with nuance and power. She moves effortlessly between tragedy and absurdity, carrying moments of levity without ever diminishing the gravity of the subject. Her physicality is expansive and intimate—a journey that reveals the impact of systemic violence from the collective to the deeply personal.

From a grotesque parody of Boluarte—portrayed with a stripper-like, money-wasting flair and a giant demonic piñata head (to the audience’s glee, filled with sweets)—to the haunting resurrection of fallen protestors as neon condors, Silva leaves no stone unturned. Her body becomes a vessel for grief, satire, rage, and resistance.

Rieckhof’s costumes and props create a visual language steeped in symbolism and cultural memory. They don’t merely dress the show—they are the show. Costumes become percussion instruments. Audience members join in, shaking their pallares—strips of black cloth with Lima beans—alongside Silva’s movements. At one point, she pulls fabric masks bearing the faces of victims from a black cloth on the ground, wrapping them over her own face as recordings of grieving families fill the space. Textiles shimmer, shift, transform into landscapes—every object feels charged with meaning. Rieckhof’s designs are not only visually striking; they are essential to the piece’s soul.

Audience participation is one of Uproar’s most powerful tools, turning passive spectators into active participants. Whether shaking pallares, raiding Dina’s piñata head, singing with Silva, or dancing onstage in a final act of joy and protest, the audience is not just watching—they are with the artists. These moments go beyond empathy, sparking political solidarity. We weren’t merely witnessing injustice—we were implicated, activated. And as the piece unfolded, reflection stretched far beyond Peru to the wider world—and our place within it.

Uproar is a potent reminder of our agency and our responsibility to protest injustice. Urgent, layered, and unforgettable, it’s a piece that will stay with its audiences long after the final note fades.

REVIEW: A Journey to the West


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

Myth meets migration in this playful, poetic portrait of growing up and letting go.


We all know what it feels like to step away from the safety of the familiar and into the unknown. Maybe it was moving into university halls just two streets from our childhood home, or watching our family relocate and leave behind the bedroom we swore we’d never part with. Or perhaps, like young Xiao Hua (Yitong Fu) in A Journey to the West, it meant crossing continents to begin again– leaving home to study in London, in a brave new world full of possibility. 

A Journey to the West is an honest, bold exploration of the immigrant experience, particularly through a Gen Z lens. Written by Ziqi Ling and Yi Tang and directed by Yi Tang and Haonan Wang, the show reimagines the 16th-century Chinese epic Journey to the West with striking originality. It weaves the classical and the contemporary– blending Sichuan opera face-changing, electronic soundscapes, traditional music including nature sounds and throat singing, and even moments of audience interaction– letting the ancient text pulse through a modern and relevant story. 

The show begins by grounding us in the legend through the introduction of a simple yet cleverly crafted puppet representing the Monkey King. Once this mythical context is set, we meet our protagonist: Xiao Hua (Yitong Fu), a young student preparing to begin university in London, and his overbearing parents (Yi Qu and Qi Chen). Raised in a strict household where everything was solved and planned for him and in spite of him, Xiao Hua finds that even an ocean away, he’s still tied to his parents’ relentless expectations. He’s overwhelmed– not just by the cultural shock of a new country, but by a language barrier, unwelcoming faces, unfamiliar food, a lost phone, and the ever-present voices of parents who refuse to let go. But one fateful night, a surreal encounter with the Monkey King shifts everything– offering Xiao Hua a new way of seeing the world, and perhaps, himself. 

Overall, the show is a successful, often funny and moving portrayal of what it means to spread your wings– especially as an immigrant. The performances are strong across the board: through clever physicality and effective multi-rolling, the cast guide us confidently through the story, even for those unfamiliar with the Mandarin language or the legend of the Monkey King. It’s easy to empathise with Xiao Hua’s plight, and Yitong Fu delivers a nuanced performance, shifting deftly between distinct roles. Yi Qu and Qi Chen are both hilarious and oddly menacing as the parents, with lovely, distinctive physicality. In fact, physicality deserves special mention here: not only is it precise and aesthetically pleasing, but it serves as an alternative form of ‘subtitling’ for non-Mandarin speakers. Choreography is full of gesture and symbolism, allowing the audience to occasionally look away from the subtitles and still follow the emotional and narrative threads unfolding onstage. 

The symbols, props, costumes and concept are all very clever. The sound and music, designed by Hao Liu, are triumphant and interesting, and the lighting by Sheron Luo felt almost like a character itself– minimal, often just a single moving spotlight, but active and responsive to the action. A standout element is the Monkey King puppet: a simple floating

head draped in red with an ornate headdress, it charms with its magical ability to change faces in a blink. Each performer manipulates it at some point, making it a shared and ever-shifting presence. 

If there is one drawback, it’s that the narrative and physical motifs begin to feel a little repetitive. The show could benefit from a deeper exploration of Xiao Hua’s life before meeting the Monkey King, to develop more layers around the ideas of freedom and control. At just 45 minutes, there is room for growth– more narrative nuance, more insight into the inner life of this young person navigating impossible pressures. Still, this is a memorable and exciting production. The Rosemary Branch Theatre is a fitting host for such an epic story in miniature, and A Journey to the West is a valuable addition to this year’s Camden Fringe. Audiences will be entertained, moved– and, most importantly, reminded of what it takes to begin again.

REVIEW: Rough Magic


Rating: 5 out of 5.

Riotous and ridiculously good. A Shakespearean family show bursting with heart, hilarity, and spellbinding performances. 


Witches, warlocks, spirits, ghosts, and magical beings of every kind– step into the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse at Shakespeare’s Globe and prepare to become an Apprentice Guardian of Destiny! Behind those doors lies a world bursting with wonder, mischief, and riotous Shakespearean charm. Rough Magic is the Globe’s bold summer pick for a family show, and it absolutely delivers. 

Directed by the Globe’s Director of Education, Lucy Cuthbertson, and written by Ben Hales and Kerry Frampton (who also stars– and is, frankly, a force of nature), Rough Magic is a four-hander full of heart. With interactive storytelling, whip-smart improv, and gloriously silly theatrical magic, this show is a joyride from start to finish. 

The story follows the three Weird Sisters– Nona (Rosmarie Akwafo), Morai (Janet Etuk), and Audeja (Bryony Twydle)– as they prepare to welcome Queen Hecate (Frampton) for a crucial ceremony. But all is not well in the world of prophecy. The sisters are still reeling from the Macbeth incident (hush hush– thunder, lightning, trauma-induced shivers), which they blame on young Nona for supposedly delivering a false vision (“Thou shalt be King

hereafter”). A prophecy, they insist, was not in the Book of Destiny– their most sacred text and the source of all true futures. In an effort to redeem herself, Nona sets out to guide another human whose destiny, like Macbeth’s, seems dangerously open to change. What follows is a riotous blend of clowning, improv, and pantomime-style mayhem that has children and adults alike in fits of laughter. 

The performances are what truly make Rough Magic such a delight. Rosmarie Akwafo’s Nona is bold, sweet, and endlessly relatable– she’s every kid in the audience, and easy to root for. Her “aunties,” Moira and Audeja, are just as entertaining. Bryony Twydle shines as the motherly yet chaotic Audeja, delivering a hilariously unhinged one-woman Macbeth mid-memory spiral that somehow absolutely lands. She also doubles as one of two overly dramatic actor-ghosts, stealing scenes with delicious absurdity. 

Janet Etuk brings grounded gravitas to Moira, the clear-headed leader of the trio– a stark contrast to her wild turn as the infamous Fairy Puck. The transformation is so complete it took me an embarrassingly long time to realise it was the same actor– a true testament to her range. 

And then there’s Kerry Frampton: co-writer, multirole marvel, and comedic powerhouse. Her main role as Henry IX– a deranged pantomime villain with big spoiled-brat energy– is a joy to hate, packed with bold choices, razor-sharp jokes, and gloriously ridiculous physicality. Her other characters are equally vivid: Hecate commands the stage with resonant vocals and queenly poise, while her second ghost (opposite Twydle’s) is just as outrageously funny. But the true show-stealer is Ze Shadow– an absurdly French, telekinetic silhouette who teaches the audience how to lift his own arm with their minds. Frampton is simply on fire, and Rough Magic becomes a playground for her wit, range, and comic brilliance. 

The set and costumes complete the spell. From levitating objects to a steaming cauldron, glowing books, and shining orbs, the show is every bit as magical as you’d hope. A particular highlight was “Creature,” the witches’ octopus-like pet– brought to life by a single puppet leg that popped out of trapdoors to the kids’ absolute delight. All in all, Rough Magic is a triumph. With a top-tier cast, a sharp script, non-stop audience interaction, and just the right sprinkle of Shakespeare, it’s a show the whole family will remember– and laugh about– for days to come. Bring your little ones, bring your inner child, and rest assured: you’ll all leave grinning from ear to ear.

REVIEW: Two Teabags


Rating: 4 out of 5.

“Two Teabags stirs up grief, humour, and glitter into a deeply moving brew of queer identity.”


Pride is a word that holds deep meaning– for our families, our friends, our lovers, and ourselves. But for the LGBTQ+ community, it carries a particularly powerful resonance. It stands for resistance, visibility, and radical self-acceptance, and Two Teabags was the perfect way to celebrate Pride weekend in London: a joyful, unapologetic and vulnerable ode to queerness, identity, love, and connection. 

Two Teabags is, at its heart, a story about coming out– and coming to terms with who you are. A one-man show written and performed by actor Colm Wynne, it follows two gay characters in search of self-love. 

The first is a young gay man from Manchester, navigating the messy intersections of family, expectation, sex, and self-image as he prepares for his first-ever drag performance. He’s sleeping with older men on Grindr, mourning the recent loss of a beloved aunt (who he suspects was a closeted lesbian), and grappling with the fact that his family didn’t even tell him about her funeral until it was over. His story is full of vulnerability, grief, humour, and grace. The second character is an older man, stuck in an unhappy marriage and calling himself the “richest man in Manchester.” His journey is subtler but no less moving: a late-in-life awakening triggered by a Grindr hookup that cracks open decades of repression. At 60, he’s finally beginning to live. 

In a tender twist, the hookup that changed everything for the older man was, in fact, with the younger one. Their stories converge– not in a fantastic romantic resolution, but in something gentler and more grounded. The older man makes the radical decision to leave his marriage– not just to chase a relationship, but to desperately try and honour the part of himself he’s long kept buried. Though the younger man doesn’t return his feelings, he’s deeply moved by the gesture. When the older man’s wife calls, the young man gently urges him to answer while he puts the kettle on. They’ll start with a cup of tea, and go from there. It’s a quiet, hopeful ending– one of connection, mutual care, and possibility. 

Wynne’s performance is at the heart of the piece, and it’s a strong one. He takes on both men– and a few side characters, including the young man’s brother– with impressive ease. As the younger man, he is engaging, endearing, and sharply funny; as the older man, he’s heavier, world-worn, and brimming with a sort of fragile hope. They complement each other well, two sides of the same coin, and make the piece dynamic and textured. 

The staging is simple and effective, set entirely in the young man’s dressing room. We’re invited into private moments– he does his makeup, grieves, remembers. Lighting and sound design support the storytelling beautifully, especially in transitions or during brief absences offstage. 

A few moments felt clunky, particularly when characters spoke to offstage voices– like the imagined cast and crew after the young man’s failed drag performance. These one-sided exchanges, without visible or audible responses, momentarily disrupted the immersive flow of the show. Similarly, the final conversation between the two men, while emotionally rich, began to drag. The rapid character-switching that had felt skillful earlier in the play became a bit of a distraction, interfering with the emotional weight of the scene. But these are small bumps in an otherwise thoughtful, moving, and beautifully performed piece. Two Teabags is the kind of show queer audiences will recognise and feel seen by– and the kind straight audiences would do well to witness. Gentle, riotous, funny, and gloriously gay– it’s a true celebration of identity, love, and Pride.

REVIEW: Shakespeare in Concert 1st Edition


Rating: 3 out of 5.

A thoughtful attempt to harmonise Shakespeare with global voices– ambitious in spirit, if not always in execution


Some people, especially younger generations, occasionally question the relevance of
Shakespeare today, particularly his influence beyond the UK and his resonance with young or international audiences. Yet shows like Shakespeare in Concert demonstrate how his work continues to speak across borders, cultures, and generations.

Performed by an international ensemble, Shakespeare in Concert: 1st Edition describes
itself as a night for “Shakespeare lovers, singing enthusiasts and theatre-goers who have been waiting for something different.” This 40-minute performance interlaces scenes and monologues from some of Shakespeare’s most iconic works with newly composed, a cappella polyphonic songs. Composed by Marina Hata and Ellie Campbell, the music evokes sea shanties and medieval English folk tunes, each piece thematically tied to the text that follows.

As lead composer and organiser, Marina Hata explains, “This is not a traditional
Shakespeare show, but rather an invitation by international voices to a theatrical poetic
language, spoken through songs and texts.” The cross-cultural ambition behind the piece is both clear and commendable, especially at a time when inclusive, international approaches to classical material feel more urgent than ever. While not all the artistic choices succeed, the spirit behind them is unmistakably generous.

The musical score is the strongest element of the piece. The cast’s vocal harmonies are
confidently delivered, and the text selection was carefully crafted. Hata’s own performance as Ariel in The Tempest includes a delicate silk fan dance that briefly enlivens the staging and hints at what the show could achieve with greater visual imagination.

However, calling the work “innovative” feels overstated. The staging– performers seated in a semicircle, standing only to deliver their lines– quickly becomes repetitive, and feels
unimaginative. After the opening moments, the energy flattens, and the lack of movement limits the piece’s theatrical potential. Likewise, while the music is pleasing, its consistent tone and rhythmic structure result in a uniform sound that lacks momentum. Without musical variation or a narrative arc to build toward, the piece starts to feel static.

There are also moments in the performances where delivery feels strained or slightly
overacted, though there are flashes of emotional clarity that land well. The thematic links between scenes and songs, though thoughtful, aren’t enough to sustain a dramatic journey, leaving the evening feeling more like a well-intentioned collage than a cohesive whole.

That said, it remains a commendable effort. The music, though repetitive, was lovely, and it is genuinely exciting to see new and multicultural voices engaging with Shakespeare in a shared space. Shakespeare in Concert is a step in the right direction toward what theatre can and should strive for: inclusivity, diversity, and global collaboration. Ultimately, while this may not have been a fully realised evening of theatre, it feels like the beginning of something with genuine promise. I, for one, look forward to seeing how this project evolves in future iterations.

REVIEW: Ravers


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

A big old teen (sober) dance party that had the audience bopping to the beat.


We all remember what it was like to be a teenager: constant self-awareness, self-importance, self-doubt, self-love, self-centeredness, and a relentless urge for self-exploration. It’s a time when our world shrinks to the size of our families and school corridors, and we cast ourselves as the main characters in a drama only we can fully feel. Ravers captures that exact experience– the ache of alienation and the desperate need to belong. But instead of finding their tribe in rebellion or recklessness, this group of teens discovers it in the most unexpected place: a sober, “neek”-led rave, where being uncool is the new cool. 

Part of the National Theatre’s annual Connections Festival, now in its 30th year, Ravers is a celebration of youth theatre at its most energetic and heartfelt. Written by Rikki Beadle-Blair MBE and performed by HOME Young Company (Manchester), the play follows a group of self-described “neeks” (nerd-geek hybrids) as they plan a ‘dry’ rave to redefine what it means to be cool. We dip into their personal lives– playing Dungeons & Dragons, working at a library, loving sci-fi, flirting with science jokes– and witness their shared desire to rebel, belong, and be joyful in an all-identity-accepting space. These narrative beats are interspersed with energetic, colourfully lit dance sequences where the cast shows off not just their moves, but also their musicality, with several members singing or playing instruments live. It’s a vibrant, multi-talented ensemble brimming with potential.

As is often the case with youth theatre, there are areas still in development. Voice projection could be stronger, emotional peaks are sometimes underplayed, and a few monologues land on clichés rather than nuanced feeling. The pacing occasionally dips, particularly in more introspective scenes. But despite these rough edges, the energy is infectious. The cast’s commitment to character and story is clear, and the audience was visibly engaged– especially during the high-energy dance numbers. Beadle-Blair’s script is simple and sometimes leans into familiar tropes, but that feels intentional– it mirrors the earnestness and melodrama of teenage experience, which is familiar to us all. And whilst it’s not particularly inventive, it’s a good portrait of identity in flux, painted in broad strokes that feel recognisable and true. 

The technical elements support the piece well. Sound and lighting combine effectively to create a pulsing, rave-like atmosphere. The staging is simple but smart: three mobile panels, decorated with posters reminiscent of the ‘80s punk and emo scenes, pull us into a Gen-Z revival of alternative youth aesthetics. It’s a visual language that feels lived-in and authentic to the performers’ world. 

There were some hiccups in the organisation: the audience was only let in at the time the performance was due to begin, and the show started a full 20 minutes late. Still, it’s worth noting the National Theatre’s ongoing commitment to accessibility– the performance was captioned, and the seating was accessible. These thoughtful touches aren’t always a given at youth festivals, and they were a welcome surprise. 

Overall, Ravers is a joyful, heartfelt reminder of why youth theatre matters. It’s raw, imperfect, and full of life– just like being a teenager– and the Connections Festival continues to be an essential platform for nurturing the next generation of theatre-makers. 

Applications for Connections 2026 are now open: 

https://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/learn-explore/young-people/connections