
To my mind, the continuing popularity of this play, a staple, is as much about nostalgia and homage to theatre history as anything intrinsic. And that's ok. The production could be better, but, by the time we get to the last act, practically any misgivings are all but forgotten.

Hypnotic, disturbing, and thrilling, this staging of The Rape of Lucrece as a kind of one-woman play with music that will hopefully engross anyone unfamiliar with narrative poetry who’s willing to give it a try.

Stories overlap. Worlds collide. Threads upon threads upon threads are interwoven to create a wonderfully rich tapestry.



There is a deep connection between words and music. Both need a sense of rhythm to be truly effective. They can serve to convey meaning or be completely devoid of it.