Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
Drones, Baby, Drones Arcola Theatre, London E8 2/5
IT’S a sad indictment of the two plays constituting Drones, Baby, Drones that they pale in comparison with the two short monologues that accompany them.
The latter are verbatim transcripts of statements by Clive Stafford Smith, played here by Sam Dale, who looks remarkably like the human rights camapaigner.
GEORGE FOGARTY is dazzled by a breathtakingly skillful puppet version of Shakespeare’s greatest love poem
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
PETER MASON applauds a stage version of Le Carre’s novel that questions what ordinary people have to gain from high-level governmental spying
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship


