Oedipus the King, Mama!<br> Review by Bob Verini
There's no more snappy synergy than using Elvis' music to tell Oedipus' story.
There's no more snappy synergy than using Elvis' music to tell Oedipus' story.
Tom Stoppard's new version of Ivanov fails to achieve the accuracy of Frank McGuinness's Oedipus
A parable for precarious times . . . like ours
Oedipus for the Noughties was never going to be easy - but the National's attempt deserves all the plaudits
Jonathan Kent's production has all the elements needed to portray Oedipus' inexorable progress towards simultaneous enlightenment and doom.
It should be catnip for theater buffs to experience so much Sophocles at once, savoring the overlapping themes and actions in his work, but no amount of academic interest can overcome the li…
An ambitious and daring undertaking.
This is a play that regularly makes the hair rise and the spine tingle. And the last few minutes are as powerful and cathartic as they must have been for audiences more than two thousand yea…
Both star Ralph Fiennes and Jonathan Kent's production of Sophocles' classic tragedy "Oedipus" are at their considerable best when they try least hard to be monumental.
Ralph Fiennes is compelling in a strong new staging of the mother of all Greek tragedies. But just up the road, a play in a paddling pool proves a damp squib
The baleful Broadway revival of Arthur Miller's "All My Sons" transforms its characters into archetypal puppets of destiny.
A harrowing and fateful voyage round his father
Charles Spencer finds Ralph Fiennes unconvincing as Oedipus