Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Famine zones are more fun than this play: Dancing at Lughnasa, at the Olivier Theatre, reviewed

Plus: a political rally for brainwashed zombies at Theatre Royal Stratford East

Michael (Tom Vaughan-Lawlor), a pessimistic spoilsport who pre-announces each new disaster, in Dancing at Lughnasa at the National Theatre. [Photo: Johan Persson] 
issue 29 April 2023

Snowflakes, an excellent title, rehashes The Dumb Waiter by Harold Pinter. A guest in a hotel room is visited by two intruders posing as staff. The intruders are hired assassins who accuse the guest of committing a half-explained hate crime on social media. His punishment, execution, will be livestreamed as a warning to other hate criminals.

Brian Friel’s shrieking bumpkins are exactly what the Arts Council wants us to see

It’s a thrilling start but the show lacks tension and the accused’s back story isn’t explained fully. And once the sentence has been carried out, the story becomes predictable. The core idea – freelance killers dispensing justice on behalf of tech giants – would make a great TV series. It needs a lot of development.

Village Idiot, another great title, is a state-of-the-nation play set in a village that stands on the route of HS2. The bulldozers can’t flatten the last remaining property because a stubborn granny refuses to take the developer’s shilling and sell up.

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