Based on recent events in the Middle East. Likelihood of wide media coverage with production.

The loss of faith and cynical corruption of a few priests is unexpectedly challenged by the arrival of a young man with an unsullied and passionate belief in God. Howard Barker invents a world of shocking and universal metaphor in a place that might be anywhere struggling with the rise of extreme belief and the dangerous, distorted power it unleashes.

Production by vibrant, distinctive and award-winning theatre company, Kneehigh.

Based on a cult thriller, also well known as a film.

Kelisha's dad was Top of the Pops. The Electric Hills. One hit wonder. 80s floor filler. Now he's over the hill, sleeping all day and running dead discos at night.

An offbeat comedy drama about ambition, family and keeping the dream alive, The Electric Hills opened at the Liverpool Everyman Theatre in March 2007.

Hard-hitting play touring throughout the UK and combined with schools' workshops

'Brixton... A great spillover of excessive dreams. Anonymous masses... All of you are dancers of the dying beat. I come with the strong arm to ignite the rhythm, to drive again your passion for life.'
A revolutionary preacher begs the crowds to 'abandon the wilful peace' that keeps them down. He tries to make them believe that things could be different. But when people pray only for a brand new car or a large KFC bucket, the citizens of Brixton need a miracle to happen...
The Christ of Coldharbour Lane premiered at the Soho Theatre in May 2007.

A major new work by the performance group Ridiculusmus. Challenging, vividly imaginative and utterly absorbing play.

Play from Wajdi Mouawad translated by Shelley Temperman for the stage. Why is the war so beautiful? Why can't I take my eyes off it? These fireworks It's so enthralling mama, I'm kneeling, wide awake, at the wide open window, enraptured by the horror Oh, it's so hard to keep my eyes closed Nelly in Wedding Day at the Cro-Magnons

Lost-in-translation business trips and global travel are put under the microscope in The Internationalist, a play of wit, romance, misunderstandings and the mysteries of communication.
Lowell goes abroad on business. He thinks he's in one of those great American films where you go to a foreign land and there's romance and adventure. However Lowell soon discovers that he's not in one of those movies, he's in one of those foreign films where nothing is as it seems, where there is no clear hero, and most importantly: no subtitles.