Bad Yuppies: A review of Closer
As the old adage goes: a dermatologist, an obituary writer, a photographer, and a stripper walk into a bar…Now substitute ‘bar’ for nineties Yuppie London, and you have Patrick Marber’s Closer, now adapted by Labyrinth Productions. What ensues is perhaps best described as a slow-burn
CRITICAL NOTICES: The Tempest, Bull, Suddenly Last Summer, Troilus and Cressida
The Tempest (Magdalen President’s Garden, 20th-24th May) The Tempest lends itself particularly well to a natural setting, and the walled garden at Magdalen provided an apt location for a production fascinated by control. When I took my seat, the glowing loops of LEDs and wiry ba
Behind the scenes of Closer
‘Whether you half arse it or give it everything, student drama will take up a lot of your time, so you might as well do a good job’. At this point in a theatrical career hurtling to the top, it is intriguing to pause and dissect Rosie Morgan-Males’ master plan. She is coursin
Icon of the Week: NightSchool
‘Here, it’s like fucking water in a desert.’ Oxford’s nightlife as well as the DJs who comprise it are, to put it politely, dry. For that reason, when faced with the prospect of something new, it is worth paying attention. NightSchool’s launch was something of a flop.
The Slav Defence
There are no windows in the Carlton conference hall, only chandeliers sagging heavy with diamonds and leaking a grim fluorescence. The carpet is an Escheresque swirl of browns and tans, and the chairs and crown moldings are slathered in gold. Outside it’s cold—4 degrees to be exact. Insid
A defence of my nationalism
Scottish identity is usually represented somewhere on an axis between Trainspotting and Braveheart. We’re depicted either as honourable freedom fighters carved from the icy crags of the Highlands, or as made beautifully succinct in Ewan McGregor’s famous monologue, ‘the most miserable,
The Isis goes to the Oxford Fashion Gala (It was fine)
The second Wednesday in May—fashion’s most iconic, elusive, glamorous night. Or, at least, that’s the level of notoriety that this year’s Oxford Fashion Gala aspires to, according to their Marketing Co-Director, Grace Hillier. I entered the Town Hall’s doors with low expectations, h
Old Etonians and Old Estonians
Somewhere in some gentleman’s club in 1983, after Margaret Thatcher had sacked four ministers whose early years would have been draped in Eton Blue from the cabinet, former Prime Minister and (bona fide snob) Harold Macmillan made the oft-misquoted jibe that there were now more ‘Old Eston
GUILLOTINE: KNEECAP’s hate speech is Fine Art
KNEECAP are the best thing to happen to mainstream music in this country since Thatcher, and they don’t even want to be part of it. The iconoclastic Belfast trio blend heavy rave beats with punk-rap verses in a mix of English and Gaeilge teeming with republican rhetoric, violent outbursts,