National Theatre Live Season 2023

By CP Taylor
Directed by Dominic Cooke

David Tennant (Doctor Who) makes a much-anticipated return to the West End in a blistering reimagining of one of Britain’s most powerful, political plays.

As the world faces its Second World War, John Halder, a good, intelligent German professor, finds himself pulled into a movement with unthinkable consequences.

Olivier Award-winner Dominic Cooke (Follies) directs C.P. Taylor’s timely tale, with a cast that also features Elliot Levey (Coriolanus) and Sharon Small (The Bay). Filmed live from the Harold Pinter Theatre in London.

“David Tennant is magnificent in chilling drama…” — The Guardian

“Good has the power to chill you to the bone…” — TimeOut

“Quietly terrifying” — Financial Times

** ENCORE PRESENTATION **

Written and performed by Phoebe Waller-Bridge
Directed by Vicky Jones

See the hilarious, award-winning, one-woman show that inspired the BBC’s hit TV series Fleabag, broadcast live to cinemas from London’s West End. The television series has just won 4 Emmy awards, includes Outstanding Comedy Series, Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series, Outstanding Writing for a Comedy Series.

Fleabag, a rip-roaring look at some sort of woman living her sort of life, may seem oversexed, emotionally unfiltered and self-obsessed, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. With family and friendships under strain and a guinea pig café struggling to keep afloat, Fleabag suddenly finds herself with nothing to lose.

Playing to sold-out audiences in New York and London, don’t miss your chance to see this ‘legitimately hilarious show’ (New Yorker), broadcast live to a cinema near you.

Presented by DryWrite, Soho Theatre and Annapurna Theatre

“Filthy, funny, snarky and touching.”
– Daily Telegraph

★★★★★
“Witty, filthy and supreme.”
– Guardian

“Never has being a modern woman seemed so painfully funny, brutal, and hopeless all at once.”
– Atlantic

“Funny, vibrant, and blunt as a hammerhead.”
– New York Magazine

“A legitimately hilarious show.”
The New Yorker