Little Angel theatre, LondonThis imaginative adaptation delights in the sounds and sensations of Edward Lear's peculiar poem about a lonely boy The stage is filled with puppets that seem to swim in midair. A boy floats among them but the rest are colourful, abstract figures; long spindly red tubes or neon rings with fangs around their edges. My eight-year-old goddaughter, Blue, looks a little shocked as she whispers:…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 10:18AM on September 23, 2019