I’m watching something meandering, discursive and episodic, but for all the seeming flakiness and chaos, it quickly becomes apparent that Louise and Rebecca are presenting a tightly choreographed duologue. What sets Sh!t Theatre apart, however, is a willingness to flip humour and horror back and forth – sometimes recklessly so. The maxim of not knowing whether to laugh or cry never seemed more apposite and the effect is unnerving and disorientating.
A hugely entertaining production that acknowledged its period charm, yet cleverly distinguished itself with a stylish shift to the louche, unbuttoned milieu of the swinging sixties. Anthony Banks’s jolly revival never took itself too seriously, yet delivered all the necessary ingredients. It was fun, wildly improbable, and tied everything up neatly at the end
"Sometimes I have to check myself and think whether John would really say something. I worry that John might be a Daily Mail reader who supports Brexit – I don’t think he is, but sometimes it’s tricky to come down one side or the other..."
an evening of knockabout fun with a charming host that was warm and inclusive, but how frustrating that, with a just a little more work and attention to detail, we could have had so much more.
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