I saw this at last year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival. It was the best show in The Traverse’s best Fringe for years. Gobsmackingly brilliant and it’s back with the same cast. A bigger venue, but what could possibly go wrong?
At the time I described it as the bastard child of Aaron Sorkin, Frankie Boyle (maybe Jerry Sadowitz) and Martin McDonagh.
I can’t recommend it enough.
But it’s sweary, violent, sexist, outrageous, scary, rude, bawdy. If you don’t like any of those things you’ll just have to fuck off and watch Strictly. (You twat.)
You know those things Frankie Boyle says that few of us even think?
You know the way Martin McDonagh captures the Irish ‘thing’?
You know the pace and eloquence that Aaron Sorkin brings to TV writing?
This is the mash up. Kinda.
It’s actually a symbiosis of the three: 1 + 1 + 1 = >3
Written by David Ireland (I HAVE to see more of his work), brilliantly directed by Gareth Nichols and impeccably acted; no, ferociously acted, by Darrell D’Silva, Robert Jack and Lucianne McEvoy. This is joyous, mind tingling, laugh out loud, sick to the stomach farce, and political machination brought together in an unholy alliance that led to whoops, cheers and a standing ovation from a sold out Trav 2 audience that were simply blown away by total theatre.
90 minutes passed in the blink of an eye and you could have wrung us out after.
By revealing ANY of the plot would be a spoiler but you’ll never think of Princess Diana the same way again.
This will win every award going.