I THOUGHT I MIGHT BE JET LI (BUT IT TURNS OUT THAT I’M NOT)
This new play by Stuart Crowther explores what it means to be a man, it says here. Three young men inhabit a flat somewhere; the flyer saying “three men with made-up names wait for the world to make sense”. Whether their world makes sense is a bit of an unanswered question. One of them has, or has not, a gerbil called Michelle Obama, and wants to get pregnant. With a stick insect. One of them has virtually no clothes on and may or may not be a rent boy. The other one wants, apparently, to be famous. Hence the title of the piece. All of them rant pseudo-philosophically non-stop at each other and the audience in a shouty and impenetrable way at top volume and maximum speed for an hour and a quarter. Otherwise there are such things as a Miley Cyrus impression (very funny; but why?), bad quotes from famous films, much taking of selfies, phone calls to tabloid papers (or are they?), and other brief but inexplicable musical interludes. What sense it makes of anything is difficult to say. There’s a lot of acting for actors, and these boys can certainly act, but this is a bit like a Joe Orton play on acid at the wrong speed. Full of sound and fury, signifying – what?
** – 2 Stars
John Christopher Wood