Andrew Scott seems very much the man of the moment, both on screen and on stage. Before he was the Hot Priest in Fleabag, he was the unnervingly charming-yet-sinister Moriarty in Sherlock. You may also have spotted him in Black Mirror, Pride and His Dark Materials. But enough of me listing his filmography; I'm not IMDB.
Last weekend I had four shows in a row; this means four late nights, four ways of saying a show was good (or bad!), and four more programmes to add to my collection. It was intense, and tiring, but so, so worth it!
It's incredible how one woman on a bar stool can captivate an audience for almost two hours solid with just pure and simple storytelling, no props and minimal sound effects. It's a testament to Waller-Bridge's performance, which has the audience in limbo somewhere between heartbreak and hilarity.
Nuffield Southampton Theatres' latest offering is no exception. SS Mendi: Dancing the Death Drill is, until now, an untold story brought to life on stage through a rich feast of theatre and music. This production is something else.
We are thrown into the hot and heady streets of present-day New Orleans; you can practically smell the hot roads, sweat, and testosterone as you are swept through the summer months by a fiercely talented cast as the story unfolds, like clothes peeled from skin, exposing vulnerability and naked flesh.
"I spent my first ever evening at NST City enchanted, transfixed and swept up in a story and a legacy that will stay with me for an incredibly long time.