Journalist, science writer, storyteller
Originally written for Exeunt The appearance of ‘real’ as a combative term in feminist activism is becoming increasingly persistent and increasingly problematic. However well intended, the establishment of a ‘real’ that is alternative to the media norm is not as helpful as it might initially appear to be. Dove have started telling us what ‘real’ … Continue reading Ten Women
Originally written for Exeunt Wonder is one of the first things to diminish when you leave childhood – particularly having grown on the cusp of the digital age, and it is not difficult to find oneself more at ease with scepticism than unrestrained delight. So it is that theatre becomes somewhat of a playground, and … Continue reading Alice
Originally written for The Public Reviews What does having it all look like? Being able to order a perfectly ripe peach from room service in the middle of the night? Buying a helicopter? Or running up a colossal ‘flowers and miscellaneous’ bill (miscellaneous being items of the recreational euphoria variety)? Andrew Scott’s Paul is at … Continue reading Birdland
Originally written for The Public Reviews The real beauty of Tom Wainright’s solo production about a man who was dispossessed of his home after it was turned into a work of art, is that it isn’t about a man who was dispossessed of his home after it was turned into a work of art. Although … Continue reading Banksy: The Room in the Elephant and Something From Nothing
Originally written for Exeunt Princess. Diva. Popstar. Chef. The many hats that women wear are suspended above us as we take our seats for a 20 minute ‘flight’ through womanhood courtesy of writer Talia Randall and aerialist Maddie McGowan. During the course of the performance we are asked to put them on as Randall elaborates … Continue reading Expectation
Originally written for Exeunt There is an air of Cirque du Soleil about La Meute, despite the (literally) stripped down nature of the performance in comparison. Perhaps it is the French sense of humour; the joy in irreverence, the embracing of naïve silliness that rings familiar. In setting out to emulate the wolf pack of their name … Continue reading La Meute
Mary Halton 