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This being the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Liverpool Playhouse begins its autumn programme ankle-deep in apples. They’re everywhere - in the foyer, in bowls at the bar and all over Gideon Davey’s set, where a rush of windfalls reminds us that not everything is as rosy as it first appears.
We tend to think of Arthur Miller as a naturalistic playwright, but director Gemma Bodinetz draws particular attention to the motif of the broken apple tree in the Kellers’ front yard. Planted (...)