Hampstead Theatre’s proscenium is so neat that its stage looks like a television screen: stark, claustrophobic and coaxing. Even more so when that stage is transformed into a hotel room. The insipidly familiar, clinical, bold patterns; muted, scratchy, man-made fabrics; and a bed that’s too made. There’s no atmosphere, no identity, no nationality: it might... Read more → The post Review: Wil…
SOURCE: A Younger Theatre at 05:15PM on June 26, 2016