Even in liberal-soaked Britain, the right fails to make any decent plays or films:

We can argue long and hard about the political hue of New Labour's economics, but only those on the very fringes of the debate could deny that the establishment is now both liberal and left of centre. Even the Tories have been drawn towards the consensus, with an increasingly touchy-feely social policy which makes the old Conservative grandees look like bigots (which is what too many of them were). Yet where is the theatre that challenges that liberal consensus, which makes those of us who consider ourselves a part of it think a little? Where is the theatre of the right?

I'll make do with Stoppard. My kind of right, I guess. You know: the kind that once opposed torture.

(Hat tip: Arts Journal.)

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