It’s unclear whether some external force has had a negative impact on this production – promised performer Nia Kova is nowhere to be seen – but it seems incredibly under-prepared.
Director Charlie Wiseman delivers an improvised stream-of-consciousness ramble touching on the Calais jungle, a refugee named Lysistrata, Virginia Woolf, forced collaboration with the Taliban and a musical about “poop”, all while backed by a juddering series of badly rendered slides. There are good intentions here, but something’s gone deeply wrong.
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