Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Sad, blinkered and incoherent: Arcola’s The Misandrist reviewed

Plus: socialist propaganda at Hampstead Theatre and an extraordinary tale that fails to soar at Charing Cross Theatre

The highlight of the Misandrist is a three-minute rant by Rachel about men’s unpleasantness towards females 
issue 20 May 2023

A new play, The Misandrist, looks at modern dating habits. Rachel is a smart, self-confident woman whose partner is a timid desperado named Nick. Both accept that Rachel must make all the important decisions in their lives and she orders Nick to submit to ‘pegging’. After some perfunctory resistance, Nick obeys. ‘Lube me up,’ he cries and she plunges a pink truncheon deep into his digestive tract. Afterwards he claims that the experience was so uplifting that even his ancestors enjoyed a taste of bliss from beyond the grave.

Lisa Carroll’s ironic and frivolous comedy is fun to watch. The characters are enjoyable and the lightweight, throwaway acting meets the script’s requirements. Act Two departs from the theme of sex and loses focus as Nick and Rachel both pursue stand-up careers. And the arrival of a drunken Irish relative sours the play and kills off the laughs.

The real object of Rachel’s revulsion is not male behaviour but the fabric of life itself

The highlight of the script is a three-minute rant by Rachel about men’s unpleasantness towards females.

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