Before the National Theatre produced Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood they had to make a decision. How could they stuff this dazzling, rapturous comic tone-poem with misery and pain? The policy at the NT is that ticket holders must endure a play rather than enjoy it. They had four options.

Enjoyable in spite of the National’s best efforts: Under Milk Wood reviewed
Plus: a play that would have delighted Quentin Crisp at the Southwark Playhouse

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