This Doctor Faustus is absurdly showy, flamboyant, always daring itself on to do something even more outrageous. What a show to see if all you had on your agenda was popping down to see Kit Harington in his boxers.
Operation Black Antler draws on this work. It may sound like a game but it's a very serious kind of play. It puts you in a position of power and invites you to consider how to use it. At its heart is a simple question: if you were in charge of surveillance, what would you do?
It seems remarkable that one man's legacy can still be having such a cultural impact on a nation 400 years after his death. But Shakespeare is no ordinary literary figure, with his work still being seen as a benchmark of the written word across the globe.
Perhaps it's because he was also responsible for so much of our literary history that we consider him mandatory for our offsprings' education, but surely no writer in the English language has ever written such beautifully obscene poems, plays and passages.
Rather a lot of actors have got their doublets and hose in a twist about the changes to the Drama GCSE syllabus and have written an impassioned letter...
What does it feel like for one's entire world to shatter before one's eyes and, in a moment, be replaced by a new one? Holograms allow us to depict this experience more accurately than can any stage set.
I spoke to Gillian Slovo who wrote the play and asked her why (since most of the play is set in England) she had trouble finding British families whose loved ones went to join IS, but found Belgian families more willing to talk.
I'll name you two things that are very pricey but integral to you not falling apart as a human being. One is therapy. The other is theatre... I can't help but feel like one is a bit like the other sometimes, and if you go to the Royal Court this month you can see two plays which are like an a very intense, cathartic, exhausting (but GOOD) workout for your soul.
Boy at Almeida Theatre is painfully beautiful. A play that holds up a mirror to our society and asks, what the hell has become of us?
In truth, yes, those two actors kissing on stage are male. But one of the characters is not. She is a Hijra. She is not gay. She is not q/Queer. She is not transgender. She is something that Western societies can't understand or define.
Leo Butler's play takes a day in austerity Britain and zooms in on one boy. Kind of like a condensed episode of 24, except here Jack Bauer is a marginalised teen called Liam. He's not picking off terrorists; he's w*nking on to trees.
Ever since news broke that Alfie Boe would play JM Barrie in Broadway's Finding Neverland, expectations from fans have been sky high. So, with Alfie's opening night this week, our fabulous regular New York reviewer, Roberta Kappus, went along to the first two performances.
'The End of Longing' tells the story of four disillusioned thirty-somethings, each on the brink of an early mid-life crisis. Perry's character is Jack, an alcoholic who finds himself falling in love with 'high-class' prostitute Stephie.
I am a rude, pink-haired theatre lover, who also happens to have cerebral palsy and no speech. I use a communication aid to speak (think a punk Stephen Hawking), but the words that come out of my computer will quickly shatter any stereotypes you might have about disabled people...
Kenneth Branagh is actually on ketamine in this play. I mean not actually, he's doing acting, but one of the characters has cruelly injected his character's bum with horse tranquiliser and it's safe to say he struggles. His trousers fall down a lot. He does funny voices. And he does lots of cuddling on the bed with Rob Brydon. And it's hilarious.
In the 1970s a group of young people were jailed for murderous IRA bombings they did not commit. Their case has important lessons for us now as we face new terrorist threats.