My Master Builder at Wyndham’s Theatre review: Ewan McGregor's first stage appearance in 17 years is a dud

Gratifying as it is to see Ewan McGregor back on stage after 17 years, I wish he’d found a better vehicle than this so-called “new play” by American writer Lila Raicek, which feeds Henrik Ibsen’s problematic 1892 work The Master Builder through the blender of contemporary sexual politics.

Michael Grandage’s brisk take on the glib, howlingly pretentious script can be enjoyed as a guilty pleasure, a celeb-heavy melodrama of sex and power that owes more to Fifty Shades of Grey than to serious #MeToo fictions. But really, it’s a load of old nonsense.