Our West End Reviewer, Scarlet Fleetwood, saw this production of INK when it ran in London. Here's what she thought!

"INK swallows you whole and spits you out in 1969, a time when a young Rupert Murdoch has just bought The Sun newspaper and plans to make it into a tabloid. A truly remarkable production that tells you the history of something I would have never acknowledged, until now.

All by the click of Murdoch's fingers, his and Lamb's first meeting is swiftly adapted and changed - the setting changed, waiter recast to a young woman and the truth slightly morphed into something more... entertaining? This was a perfect way to open and create an understanding of what to expect for the duration of the play.

The set was flawless, the sound of typewriters clattering through the theatre, the mountain of desks (even the tallest one was used which I first believed was only there for visual effect), and the smoke from cigarettes that filled the theatre creating the atmosphere of a working environment."