York Theatre RoyalDespite some witty twists, the stage version of David Reed's tragi-comic radio play is, well, a bit of a damp squib By the end of the performance, a tang of pyrotechnics hangs in the air and the auditorium is hazy with smoke from the snaking lines of little flames that, only a moment ago, licked their way across the stage towards 36 barrels of gunpowder (plus one of home-brew, flavoured with "pig's …
SOURCE: The Guardian at 09:24AM on November 6, 2022