Hope Mill Theatre
-
We three. Macbeth is synonymous with that opening scene with the ‘we three’. They swoop in, landing us into the story with a bang as they double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble… They drop a bombshell, but then they largely step aside as the main players take it from there. Not
-
Forgotten Voices is something special. To listen to the story of somebody’s life experiences is already a privilege. For that story to be written by that person’s grandson, moreso. But when that story is important, powerful, heartfelt, beautifully written and acted, it’s a whole other level. Written by David Moorhouse, directed by Margaret Connell, and
-
The press release promised a run-down B&B which doubled as a swinger’s club, a gambling man, a fortune teller and an elderly deviant. My immediate thoughts turned to Benidorm. It’ll be leopard print, ‘bosoms’, nudge nudge wink winks, Carry On Abroad (at home), that glorious feature length film that took the cast of Are You
-
Forgive me, Manchester theatre world and community, for I have sinned. Despite being a fairly frequent theatre-goer and the space being in operation since 2015, this week was the first time I entered the wonderful world that is Hope Mill Theatre. Forgive me further, Girl Gang Manchester and Unseemly Women, if I take a moment
honorary manc 