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Although it fits in comfortably with the other gender-based NNT shows this term, Jon Brittain’s Rotterdam is bound to stand out. Following the experience of transgender character Adrian, formerly known as Fiona, the play is as much about self-acceptance and gender identity as it is about finding acceptance. In...

The first comedy of the in-house season at Nottingham New Theatre, Black Comedy is set to be a hilarious and exhilarating show. Written by Peter Shaffer, it is a one-act farcical play, centring around the antics of Brindsley Miller, who steals his neighbour’s elaborate furniture in a desperate attempt...

Billed as not just a film but a ‘cinematic event’, director Kit Monkman has created the unthinkable – an imaginative new version of Shakespeare’s classic Macbeth. And how has he performed this wondrous feat? By filming the entirety of the play with a backdrop of green screen in order...

With four actors playing one single character, Claire Dowie’s Why Is John Lennon Wearing A Skirt? is a personal drama unlike any other. Taking the form of a single dramatic monologue, Dowie’s play explores the life of a girl struggling to grow up under societal pressure to conform to...

Kicking off the New Theatre’s in-house season, Stef Smith’s drama Swallow follows the physical and emotional journeys of three individuals struggling to come to terms with the direction their lives are taking. On the afternoon of the first run, Impact sat down with the cast and crew to discuss...

Nottingham Contemporary held two separate displays last Friday night which played with the use of ‘Sound’ and ‘Light’. Natasha went along to see what the exhibitions were all about… Just outside the gallery was the ‘Illumaphonium’: a giant multi-sensory, music making sculpture. The installation was massive, having chime-bars fitted...

MONDAY Day stretches its arms Crisp air slices tender skin, Early morning sun TUESDAY Fingers clasped tightly Steam rises from coffee cups Hunched shoulders, long breath WEDNESDAY Light – bursts through curtains The alarm rings, kettle sings Slow patter of feet THURSDAY Clouds sit on hangers, Pale faces pinched...