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MAN TO MAN

★★★★

Royal Court

MAN TO MAN

Royal Court

★★★★

“layered, provocative and endlessly interpretable, it deserves to be seen”

Manfred Karge’s groundbreaking solo play ‘Man To Man’ returns with undimmed force. Reuniting Tilda Swinton, director Stephen Unwin and designer Bunny Christie from the original premiere, this bold reinvention cements its status as a modern classic.

Ella’s husband is dead. As a working class widow in 1930s Germany, she makes the only rational choice – assume Max’s identity. But with Germany hurtling towards its most turbulent decades, how long can she keep up such a dangerous façade?

Translated from Manfred Karge’s original German by Anthony Vivis and revised by Stephen Unwin, the text has a disorientating, dreamlike quality. Built from fragments of hauntingly vivid script, it’s akin to a great epic – albeit grimier and more ambiguous. Max’s monologue is both revealing and evasive, propelled by sheer force of will. Two new stanzas – one charting the fall of the Berlin Wall, the other the rise of contemporary fascism – bring the play sharply into 2026 and demand to know what the decades of sacrifice were for. My only reservations are the work’s density: its lush imagery and emotional complexity require attention. The episodic structure can also feel a little uneven, lacking a clear dramatic peak. However, I can see why it’s hailed a modern classic – layered, provocative and endlessly interpretable, it deserves to be seen.

Stephen Unwin’s direction masterfully captures the play’s dreamlike logic – both heightened yet undeniably true. Scenes are linked with evocative transition sequences, snapping into place with surreal assuredness. Max almost feels grotesque – from the shock of electrocuted hair to the garish Y fronts and brazenly bare legs – yet is grounded by his simmering emotions and precarious vulnerability. Movement director Kane Husbands similarly treads the line between realism and surrealism, blending naturalistic movement with symbolic flourishes. Altogether, it’s a commanding piece of theatre.

Bunny Christie’s sparse design channels the fragmented narrative beautifully, with enough props to furnish key moments but otherwise bare white walls. It’s quietly claustrophobic, perfectly capturing Max’s exposed position – completely reliant on the persona he’s contrived. Christie’s costumes remain brilliantly defiant, with the iconic red Y-fronts, bare legs and oversized boots evoking bravado and fragility. Ben Ormerod’s lighting is remarkably subtle, shifting almost imperceptibly in intensity and angle to create shadows from nowhere. Combined with Matt Powell’s evocative projections, it creates a deeply unsettling atmosphere. Elena Peña’s sound design layers ominous distortion with fleeting musical fragments, and Campbell Young Associates’ cartoonish wigs are spot on.

From the moment the screen rises, the inimitable Tilda Swinton has you in the palm of their hand. Her piercing gaze hooks you and East London accent disarms you. Swinton then proceeds to nail every beat of this complex play, shifting effortlessly between Ella, Max and a host of supporting characters without ever losing clarity or depth. Her swagger is magnetic and moments of vulnerability quietly devastating. Rarely does a solo performance feel so alive.

This reincarnation of ‘Man To Man’ for the Royal Court’s 70th anniversary season is both a fitting and powerful reminder that history’s darkest chapters are always closer than they seem. Demanding but richly rewarding, it’s not to be missed.



MAN TO MAN

Royal Court

Reviewed on 15th September 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Ruediger Glatz


 

 

 

 

MAN TO MAN

MAN TO MAN

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BLINK

★★★

King’s Head Theatre

BLINK

King’s Head Theatre

★★★

“an intriguing, confronting piece made for our times”

What does it mean to be seen? In an age of polished online personas, we’re more visible – and invisible – than ever. In its first major London revival since 2012, Simon Paris delivers a sharply human take on online stalking in Phil Porter’s ‘Blink’ – though it could do with a little more bite.

Sophie’s dad dies, leaving her lost and alone; hundreds of miles away, Jonah loses his mother. Several strange coincidences later, they’re living in the same building. Sophie spots Jonah nursing a sick fox and sends him an anonymous gift – a baby monitor livestreaming her living room. Whether what follows is love, co-dependency or stalking, you decide – but you won’t be able to look away.

Porter’s unflinching play premiered in 2012 – before social media was the beast it is now – yet it nails the murky ethics of parasocial attachment, boundary erosion and consent. The script is richly layered, cleverly weaving contrasting takes on the same events, and balancing full circle moments with enough ambiguity to keep you guessing. It’s both creepy and endearing, conjuring sinister imagery as you root for not one but two antiheroes. It’s also very funny, with a bracingly unfiltered edge. Though the masterstroke is our complicity – as their gaze becomes ours, how much responsibility do we shoulder?

Paris’ direction deftly humanises an increasingly familiar – though no less troubling – dynamic. Tiny shifts in body language betray the characters’ true feelings. The breezy detachment around death and depression heightens the core tension between perception and reality. The parasocial bond builds and unravels in several ways – most strikingly the furniture solidifies as the connection deepens. That said, the pacing could be tighter in places – the opening and closing hesitancy works well, but elsewhere the cast pulls back when they need momentum. That breezy detachment, while thematically apt, sometimes leaves moments feeling a touch out of reach. Paris keeps the baby monitor, though would a smartphone ring more true? Still, it’s a commanding take on a demanding script.

Casting social media star Abigail Thorn as Sophie is a stroke of genius, throwing the issues straight into the spotlight. Thorn nails the tortured but inarticulate soul, keeping her true feelings under wraps until they can’t help but break through. That said, some moments feel a touch too restrained, and the pacing could be sharper in places. Joe Pitts’ Jonah is disarmingly creepy. Pitts fully commits to the off beat wildcard, burning with unhinged devotion for Sophie balanced against quieter sincerity. Pitts’ comedic timing is also razor sharp.

Emily Bestow’s design is stunning. The translucent furniture gaining and losing solidity is a clever visual metaphor. The black mirror floor creates the illusion of watching on a smartphone. Matt Powell’s video design sharpens the illicit feel with degraded video textures. Sophie’s fragmented body – zooming in on her eyes, hands, lips – is strikingly voyeuristic. Pre recorded inserts smartly reveal the other character’s perspective, even if the timing occasionally slips. Peter Small’s lighting draws the audience in from the start, with soft house lights keeping us in Jonah’s orbit before shifting to more theatrical settings, creating striking shifts between intimacy and distance. Sam Glossop’s soundscape layers music and subtle tones, with abrupt jolts snapping you back to reality. Costumes are pared back but Sophie’s deliberate return to the off shoulder look suggests her ‘casual’ vibe is anything but accidental.

Paris’ take on ‘Blink’ has flashes of real brilliance, even if it could use a little more punch. Still, it’s an intriguing, confronting piece made for our times that’s well worth catching.



BLINK

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 23rd February 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Charlie Flint


 

 

 

 

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