There are no miracles in this world. Only those we make for ourselves.
It’s 8am and a revolt is underway.
The father is dying. The son is spying. The wife is cheating. The uncle is stealing. The mother is scheming. The dynasty is crumbling.
One house. One fortune. One victor.
Revolutionary attack on moribund politics
Vassa remains resolutely earthbound, not quite funny enough or black enough to make its mark
A vivid, horribly vital production
Offbeat and darkly funny, if messy, adaptation of Maxim Gorky's play
A rare misfire from north London’s creative powerhouse
Mike Bartlett's histrionic-fuelled family saga is like a sub-par Succession
The material demands a gift for the grand gesture that leaves too many of the actors visibly at sea
Here theatre has fallen far, far short
Though the inheritance plot is as flat as each character, so many doors revolving keeps the action moving, and we’re treated to a good line now and then
Unfortunately, what lets this production down is its lack of clarity in its intention