Since amateur dramatics are played out weekly in the Premier League, from elaborate goal celebrations to acrobatic dives, few would suggest that players or even coaches need much training from a theatre company.
We are in danger of making the question of gender in the theatre much more problematic than it needs to be, says Rupert Christiansen
Four short Ashton works performed to near-perfection show why ballet matters, says Laura Thomson
Chekhov without an interval? It sounds like a wanton exercise in sadism against the bladder.
This musical will leave you wondering whether to clap or beat yourself up
A play about four colleagues marooned on a Cumbrian island goes nowhere, says Tim Walker
This evocation of small-town America never really gets off the ground, says Sarah Crompton
Do outdoor team-building weekends ever work? Do they produce tightly bonded managers who have felt on their racing pulses the power of communication, delegation and clear visionary goals? Or are they remarkably effective ways of bringing out one's inner fuming-misanthrope to whom seceding from the entire species now seems to a jolly appealing “objective”.