This is a hard one to review for a number of reasons.
First, it stars my cousin (Susan Vidler) so I have to declare an interest.
Second. It stars the son of my most inspiring school teacher (Owen Whitelaw) Son of Walter Whitelaw, the man that made me gain a biology degree. So I have to declare an interest.
Third. I didn’t really understand a fucking jot of it.
Now. to the business end and taking account all of the above.
It’s absorbing. It’s intriguing. It’s empathetic. It’s in some ways remarkable. Because it feels like an important piece of theatre that (actually) maybe I did “get”.
But it’s obtuse. It’s difficult. It’s ANNOYING.
The performances rock. Every single one of them and let me not leave out Vicki Manderson or Duncan Anderson because this is actually a four header ensemble piece.
So, what is it about?
My take, and it’s only mine is that it’s a kind of human condition observation (Susan told me that directed in a different way it would obviously be about the Industrial revolution and I can see why because it’s a tale of old meets new (Plough v Mill).
It’s highly sexual and very existential. God features heavily and Manderson’s Character in particular pulls that together as she plays a part human, part mare, part.
What is she? Mare or madam?
I say mare.
It’s this year’s theatrical cryptic crossword and I say go and figure it out for yourself because I failed on 1 across.