Writer: Richard Vincent
Director: Elliot Brown
Reviewer: Deborah Klayman
When Norton finds out the man that raised him is not his biological father, it starts a chain reaction of escalating violence that leaves him desperate, damaged, and on the run. With pregnant girlfriend Mina and over-protective best mate Dean in tow, maybe his real dad will have the answers he is looking for?
Richard Vincent’s insightful new play about the far-reaching consequences of poor parenting and domestic violence is sometimes shocking, often funny, and poses many uncomfortable questions. The text is fast paced and slightly stylised, which largely works, although Dean’s somewhat lyrical language can sit a bit oddly at times. Rhys McDowall’s set design is both clever and effective, as the action takes place literally inside a fractured home. Marcello Marascalchi’s fight choreography is very effective, even in such an intimate space, and the entire piece is skilfully drawn together by director Elliot Brown.
Edward Firth gives a strong central performance as Norton, managing to be strangely likeable despite his violent tendencies. Martin Teall stands out in both his rôles, but particularly as Norton’s softly-spoken and well-to-do dad, Jamie. The fact that Norton discovered Jamie existed by watching a VHS tape of a Jeremy Kyle-style TV show is a little cloying, but in spite of some rough edges this is an engaging, dynamic piece of theatre.
Runs until 25thAug