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IN THE PRINT

★★★★★

King’s Head Theatre

IN THE PRINT

King’s Head Theatre

★★★★★

“biting, bold and flexes some real theatrical muscle”

Robert Khan and Tom Salinsky’s taut 90 minute political thriller, ‘In The Print’, delivers a riveting reimagining of the 1986 Wapping dispute, diving into the fight for survival between union leader Brenda Dean and media titan Rupert Murdoch. Cutting straight to the core of this complex moment in time, Khan and Salinsky transform political machinations into gripping theatre.

Mere months after the miners’ strike collapses, thousands of Fleet Street print workers face redundancy as Rupert Murdoch ruthlessly overhauls the industry. Standing with them is steel spined Brenda Dean – the first female leader of a major British union. But Murdoch’s tactics tear the unions apart. Can the workers hold out, or is history doomed to repeat?

Khan and Salinsky, long-time masters of political satire, deliver a smouldering script. The crafting is exquisite, gradually exposing layers of scheming until you’re no longer sure where you stand. The balance of tension and clarity is spot on, drawing you deeper into the mire without losing you. The characters are deliciously complex, revealing flaws and vulnerabilities alike, shot through with wicked wit. Ultimately, the play asks who controls the narrative, crystallised in a moment of theatrical genius when Dean’s voice is abruptly torn away. Slow burn theatre at its finest.

Award winning director Josh Roche proves how much power lies in restraint. With pared back lighting, costume and set, Roche’s direction homes in on the political power play, teasing out the reactions and reversals woven through the script. The tension builds and releases with finesse, culminating in a thrilling climax. The blocking never forgets the audience, and crowd scenes cleverly spill into the auditorium. A touch more fire would make Dean’s eventual glimpse through Murdoch’s eyes a sharper pivot point, but it all moves with an effortless rhythm, perfectly in step with the writing.

Peiyao Wang’s set and costume design reconstructs a vast factory floor, complete with striking ink stains and ghostly traces of the recent past. A smart visual beat sees Murdoch dress down at his most vulnerable, while Dean remains armoured in her pearl clad power suit throughout. Though, interestingly, Dean’s missing her signature blonde curls. Sarah Spencer’s sound and score quietly elevate each scene, conjuring anxious workers or furious strikers with precision, and tightening the tension without drawing attention to itself. Josh Gadsby delivers subtly sculpted lighting, moving us between characters and spaces with effortless clarity.

The cast is consistently compelling. Claudia Jolly nails Dean’s understated power, every gesture and glance landing with fluid naturalism – Jolly is commanding, razor sharp and absolutely not to be messed with. Alan Cox brings a delicious slipperiness to Murdoch, dripping with charm before dropping a killer one liner. We even glimpse the man behind the myth before the fog of war rolls in again – a masterful touch. Alasdair Harvey, Georgia Landers, Jonathan Jaynes and Russell Bentley deliver each of their roles with such clean distinction you forget they’re multi-roling at all.

Khan and Salinsky’s ‘In The Print’ is biting, bold and flexes some real theatrical muscle. Catch this limited run while it’s still up close – like Murdoch, it feels destined for a bigger stage.



IN THE PRINT

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 30th March 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Charlie Flint

 


 

 

 

 

IN THE PRINT

IN THE PRINT

IN THE PRINT

THE GANG OF THREE

★★★★

King’s Head Theatre

THE GANG OF THREE

King’s Head Theatre

★★★★

“At the centre of director Kirsty Patrick Ward’s bitchy and erudite psychodrama are three rounded and convincing performances”

The occasional soundtrack behind this formidable political drama tells of a nation undergoing change, from the raucous rock of the early ’70s to the chaotic onslaught of punk and New Wave as the ’80s approach.

But inside Libby Watson’s evocative set – all dusty books, leather sofas, and drinks trolleys – the same argument goes round and round.

Three giants of the Labour movement – Tony Crosland, Roy Jenkins, Denis Healey – all pals from war-time Oxford – cannot fathom how to seize the leadership of their party and the country.

It’s right there for the taking, if only they can agree on who should carry the flame.

With such a prize will come influence for generations. Think: no Margaret Thatcher; the leftist tendency put to the sword; no third party politics.

But these towering figures are also – and perhaps more so – towering egos and none will relinquish their claim.

In the end, the prize is lost.

In writers Robert Khan and Tom Salinksky’s reckoning, the what-ifs fly like shrapnel through the years.

That is not to suggest these three upholstered middle-aged men were on the outside. No, they were close to power, becoming the embodiment of the privileged elite. Roy Jenkins, the father of the permissive ’60s, Denis Healey, arguably the last truly charismatic chancellor, and – brightest of them all – Tony Crosland and his seminal thinking on the future of socialism.

And yet, the prize eluded them and was granted to lesser men, in their eyes. They marvel, at one point, how the hard left stole the party after the 1979 election defeat simply because Tony Benn and Michael Foot did a deal that avoided splitting the vote, a feat the magnificent minds of The Gang of Three simply couldn’t pull off. For years.

As Healey says at one point, “We are all children wearing our fathers’ clothes, hoping no-one will notice.”

They know their fate is to sink together, to cancel each other out, but still they cling to old disputes while the country moves on.

At the centre of director Kirsty Patrick Ward’s bitchy and erudite psychodrama are three rounded and convincing performances, not impressions but capturing the spirit of those mighty figures.

Alan Cox is Crosland, all camp teasing and frivolity; booming Colin Tierney captures the avuncular yet menacing manoeuvrings of Denis Healey; while Hywel Morgan has the hunched-up physicality (and the mispronounced Rs) of the uptight, humourless Roy Jenkins, so desperate to run a party, he eventually founded his own.

In the brisk, knowing script we jump from April 1972, just as Jenkins throws his toys out of the pram and resigns the deputy leadership, to the mournful 1980 post-mortem, Thatcher in power for a generation and Jenkins still plotting to claim the liberal throne.

By then Crosland is dead at 58, his stellar potential left unfulfilled.

There is an unfortunate flashback to 1940, suggesting a homosexual fling between Jenkins and Crosland, but beyond that, the play never puts a foot wrong. The script is dense with argument about the difficult politics of the left but all is handled with a deft and playful touch.

To those who were there, it is an exciting tribute to great men of charisma in an age of titans – and to those too young to remember, it serves as a reminder that nothing – least of all fratricide – is new in politics.

The Gang of Three is an accomplished and satisfying work, with polished performances, a witty script, endless gins and a cascade of awkward truths that are still relevant today.



THE GANG OF THREE

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 6th May 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

(THIS IS NOT A) HAPPY ROOM | ★★★ | March 2025
FIREBIRD | ★★★★ | January 2025
LOOKING FOR GIANTS | ★★★ | January 2025
LADY MONTAGU UNVEILED | ★★★ | December 2024
HOW TO SURVIVE YOUR MOTHER | ★★★ | October 2024
TWO COME HOME | ★★★★★ | August 2024
THE PINK LIST | ★★★★ | August 2024
ENG-ER-LAND | ★★★ | July 2024
DIVA: LIVE FROM HELL! | ★★★★ | June 2024
BEATS | ★★★ | April 2024

 

 

THE GANG OF THREE

THE GANG OF THREE

THE GANG OF THREE