Early on Saturday morning, 26 September, I journeyed to Llanelli in blazing sunshine for National Theatre Wales’ highly-anticipated ‘Iliad’. Many hours later I returned to Cardiff, not just deflated but acutely disappointed. For years, the experimental side of Welsh theatre has held my father and me as keenly loyal audience members. The stunningly immersive production, […]
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