Your twenties are the peak of your existence, right? A five-piece ensemble explored this controversial theory in a play about waiting for life to start, and what happens when adolescent dreams turn sour. A few sharp observations on twenty-something-hood followed, including a comical musical number on the advantages of anonymous sex (i.e. sex with a stranger), and the self-pity experienced when friends begin popping out babies, and you still can’t get a date. Despite a few glimmering moments and an evident raw talent in the quintet of players, this party crashed and burned, the play’s structure too incoherent to allow for character depth or attachment. Sadly there seemed little chemistry between performers – nerves shone where talent should have blinded.
theSpace On The Mile, 3-25 Aug (not 5, 12, 19), times vary.
tw rating 2/5 | [Christy Brown]