Choice: Theatre

Flight, National Theatre, London SE1 (0171-452 3000)

Despite the august efforts of Seventies song stylists Boney M, there's more to cultural representations of the Russian Revolution than "Ra-Ra Rasputin". Like Mikhail Bulgakov's Flight, for example. There are times when Howard Davies's whirlwind production overwhelms the tragi-comic tale of people on the run from both the white and red Russian armies but, whichever way you slice it, it's one hell of a production. Designer Tim Hatley and lighting designer Rick Fisher have created literally electrifying design coups, whether it be a crowd bursting in upon the hallowed, devotional atmosphere of a church glowing with religious icons, to a ramshackle HQ of the retreating army chilled by a flood of cold white light. Alan Howard is memorably, hilariously, unhinged as an officer losing the plot; Nicholas Jones runs from superciliousness to insanity, and Kenneth Cranham is on top form even when reduced to cockroach- racing.