Toby Young Toby Young

Mood swings

issue 15 October 2005

One of the hardest things about being a drama critic, at least for me, is that so many plays stubbornly resist categorisation — and Shoot the Crow by the Northern Irish writer Owen McCafferty is a prime example. Is it a comedy or a tragedy? Is it a proper, grown-up piece that wants to be taken seriously or a commercial production designed to put bums on seats? Is it high art or low entertainment?

It starts off as a fairly conventional West End comedy. We’re introduced to two pairs of Irish builders, one pair played by Conleth Hill and James Nesbitt, the other by Packy Lee and Jim Norton. The plot is set in motion when each pair decides to steal an unrecorded shipment of tiles from under the other pair’s noses. None of the four is particularly bright, and only one could be described as young, so the stage is set for a series of farcical scenes, no doubt concluding with all of them ending up with nothing.

Yet no sooner has the play settled into this well-worn groove than it veers off in another direction.

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