Theatre review: Sherlock Holmes

Many of Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories have been put on the stage over the years, with various degrees of seriousness, but now that the character is fully out of copyright writers have also been free to write the great detective into their own, new adventures. Books, film and TV have done it and now Joel Horwood does it at a theatre whose nearest tube station is, appropriately enough, Baker Street. At least that's the theory behind the play simply titled Sherlock Holmes, which opens the Open Air Theatre's season with the promise of a new mystery. What Horwood actually gives us is a deconstruction of the iconic detective and his place in British culture, a central conceit that's pretty bold and iconoclastic - is just a shame that the way it's actually delivered leaves a lot to be desired.

Theatre review: Maggots

Maggots tells an inherently downbeat, pessimistic story but Farah Najib's writing constantly upends this, leaving you feeling like you've watched a story of hope, however many times its narrators assure you of the contrary. Sam Baker Jones, Safiyya Ingar and Marcia Lecky are those narrators, reminding you at the outset that they're actors and the story isn't true ("but it could be") in an unfussy style that's typical of Najib's story and Jess Barton's production: They tell the story of Linda, who one day during a heatwave googles "what does death smell like?" She's got a nasty suspicion about the sickly-sweet smell that's coming from somewhere in her block of flats, and asks the building's WhatsApp group if they've seen the woman in number 61 recently, but gets no response. The story gently adds more characters as other neighbours start to notice something wrong, beginning with the young mother on the other side of the flat.