“You only have until mid-January to catch Matthew Lopez’s Howrd’s End inspired epic which considers the legacy passed by gay men down the generations and how the Aids epidemic of the 1980s resulted in a lost generation. There is no more spine-tingling, heart-piercing moment currently on the London stage than when the ghosts of the young men who died or Aids begin to walk. What has been, what might have been and what would be are distilled in a single moment. This is an exquisitely acted, utterly engrossing evening, full of heart, spirit, philosophy and more than a touch of melodrama.”
You have to wonder why there isn't a word in the English language for the fireworks that go off in your brain when you finally kiss someone you've wanted for years. Or for the intimacy and tenderness you feel as you hold the hand of a suffering friend.
A generation after the worst of the AIDS crisis, what is it like to be a young gay man in New York? How many words are there now for the different kinds of pain, the different kinds of love?
The show is a love story sturdy enough to hold all the writer’s ideas about individualism and community, and gay identity and Aids
The Inheritance is a work of rare grace, truth and beauty
This is the sort of exciting, engrossing theatre that makes you wonder why people bother with Netflix
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