Review: Killing Time, Bedlam Theatre (Venue 49)

“Did I tell you about my penis?” is the first line in this bizarre, yet essentially banal hour of chit-chat between two boys sitting on a ledge apparently facing “the collapse of the universe”.


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What this is and why it’s happening is never sufficiently explained. Instead, we get to listen to the pair’s painfully dull ponderings.

An attempt to create chemistry through the most unconvincing gay relationship ever fails to achieve the touching finale the writer is aiming for. The actors do their best, but can’t compensate for a clunky script.

Until 25 August. Today 11:30am.