To say Darkside was a play is selling it short, rather it was a blending of mediums. As a reviewer I seek talent, innovation and quirks, but ultimately I look to be moved, to experience something new that makes me think differently about theatre. This was one of those moments.
OUDS
How Comfortable are you with Silence?
What happens if a tree falls in a forest and there's no one around? What happens if a forest burns and no one is there to witness it? Does that mean that either even happen? These are questions posed in the opening monologue of Max Morgan's play Carrion.
The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth
The first and most important rule of a garden play is that it must be fun. Let The Playhouse and The O'Reilly have their serious shows, the Trinity term garden play is an opportunity for a laugh both as cast and audience. This is a rule that the Trinity Players took to heart, director Alex Evers.
My Story is one of Betrayal and Deceit
Court life is one of backstabbing and allegiances, where every decision you make could dictate the difference between life and death. This idea is the central premise to Raynes' Virtue's Cloak, a play which traces the trial of Robert Carr and Francis Howard for the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury.
Hope is a Lover’s Staff
This week the city has the pleasure of witnessing the merging of student and professional. With director Greg Doran leading a student team for Two Gentlemen of Verona, it is an opportunity to witness what can be achieved when the talent within OUDS is given the chance to shine.
Anything can Happen in the Woods
Every year the city is graced by an array of garden plays, but it is in the gardens of The Queen's College that audiences can find Into the Woods. Central to this musical is humour, which leads to a fun night and welcome relief from the pressure of Trinity Term.
The Beginning of the End
I have long been a believer that Hilary Term is the best of the three at Oxford. Many will argue against this, stating that with the January and February weather, Hilary is the most depressing term. But, for whatever reason I have always loved it.
Where Have all the Stars Gone?
What would you do if you could live forever? It's a thought we have all had I'm sure. Pulling us through time, this was a play which sought to be thoughtful and creative while not demanding that audiences sat and considered whether there was an overarching meaning to the story.
I’m Always Acting
Stepping through drapes we entered a tent within which the thrust seating and Essendine's flat were cosily contained. I have reviewed many a show at The Pilch and never has one succeeded in escaping the feel of that underground room... until now.
The Side Where it Doesn’t Necessarily go Right
Week Five of this term has become characterised in my mind as something of an autistic theatre week, with audiences being presented with more than just one depiction of neurodivergence. In the case of Oakeshott's Best of Five, this was the depiction of the challenges navigating the subtext of relationships.
Wild Rose and Pearls 