Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

The cast mistake screaming for comedy: Cockfosters, at Turbine Theatre, reviewed

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Beth Lilly (Tori), Sam Rees-Baylis (James) & Tube guard Harry Bradley in Cockfosters at the Turbine Theatre. Image: Marshall Stay 
issue 24 August 2024

The Turbine Theatre is a newish venue beneath the railway arches of Grosvenor Bridge in Battersea. The comfy auditorium is furnished with 94 cinema seats and the only snag is the scent of mildew clinging to the plasterwork. Overhead, the rumbling commuter trains create the perfect soundscape for Cockfosters, a zany rom-com set on the Tube.

Two travellers meet by accident on a Piccadilly line service departing from Heathrow Terminal 3. James is a nerdy public-school reject who spots a fellow traveller, Victoria, struggling to shift three monster suitcases onto the train. Obeying Tube etiquette, he makes no attempt to help her and they sit in adjoining seats without acknowledging each other. Beside them are two passengers engrossed in royal biographies. So far, so typical – although book-reading is now a rarity on the Tube.

The show is marred by a cast who mistake screaming for comedy and hysterics for burlesque

Then the script goes awry.

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