Sharp, funny bathroom scenes shine at Soho Theatre, but thinly written boys and lopsided pacing drain energy from a hyped Gen Z sex comedy.

James Hyland’s testing quasi-monologue strips genocide of drama, exposing how familiar the language and logistics of mass cruelty feel.

David Benson revisits his extraordinary and obsessive bond with the Carry On legend in a funny and unsettling one-man show.

What begins as a clash of acting styles deepens into a revealing study of ego, ageing and the damage beneath familiar stereotypes.

A swaggering West End debut bursts with energy and goodwill, but indulgent cruelty and misjudged sentimentality sap its early promise.