Gary Naylor - Page 74

Is it a play, is it a film, is it an installation? No - it's super-theatre!

Gary Naylor sees a master storyteller interpreted by a master storyteller.

Gary Naylor spends time in a place of the dead.

Gary Naylor enjoys A Carol for our times.

Gary Naylor sees a musical with its heart in the right place.

Gary Naylor sees his first Christmas show of the season and sees the bar set high.

Gary Naylor sees a kitchen sink drama for our times.

Gary Naylor sees an old-fashioned crowdpleaser.

Gary Naylor enjoys an extraordinary evening in North London.

Gary Naylor enjoys a new musical unafraid to examine the nature of fear.

Gary Naylor finds out that if you want to be a sex symbol at 64 years of age, The Only Way Is Essex.

Gary Naylor revels in a joyous evening in North London.

Gary Naylor sees a curate's egg of a show that, rather like its subject, blows hot and cold

Gary Naylor enjoys a little Wodehousean silliness - and why not? Eh? What?

Gary Naylor enjoys a little pre-Christmas magic as Greenwich Village comes to Greenwich

Gary Naylor enters the dark world of Poe (Edgar Allan, not the Tellytubby).

Gary Naylor enjoys two one-act plays revived and relevant in these troubled times.

Gary Naylor enjoys musical theatre at its most, er..., flamboyant.

Gary Naylor enjoys an old-fashioned whodunnit all done by one actor.

Gary Naylor appreciates a new adaptation of a classic, but misses singing along with King Louie.