Legs Akimbo in Splott and Iphigenia

A couple of years back, Clara Brennan’s Spine did super well at Edinburgh and Soho. Read the reviews; they’re cracking. Spine, a monologue, was delivered by the talented Rosie Wyatt, who played a smart-arse teenage girl whose bleak prospects are transformed by an unlikely friendship with an elderly woman. Brennan’s play wasn’t exactly subtle when…

Cleansed, Crop-tops and Certainty

The crop-top  is back. This ghost of girl-power, this spectre of the Spice Girls, has returned, ready to objectify – yet emancipate – a new generation of women as they ‘gram their way to body confidence. But here’s a certainty: I will never again wear a crop-top. You can though; and you can choose from…

On pleasure, working-class men & Husbands and Sons

Phone off, sit down, shut up, look up, interpret, decipher, engage, discuss. Spectating isn’t effortless. To go watch something – and enable the spectacle by watching – is hard. But the more you see, the more you perform effortlessly. You get the social script – and its iterations. You do the routine. You might even…

Escaped Alone

I’ve never laughed so much at an apocalypse. One of my problems with the Libertarian Communist community is the lack of sense of humour when it comes to revolution; and, unexpectedly, Churchill’s new play nourished my need for a kind of dystopian humour in the otherwise cheerless landscape of revolutionary politics. And I wasn’t expecting…

Hateful Naturalism and Eight Single Sets

*spoiler alert I was hoping I’d get the 70mm thing. Even after the Saturday night ‘pilgrimage’ to Stroud (once more: Saturday night pilgrimage to Stroud) and the desultory 11pm interval in the foyer of Vue; even then, I thought I might, like, comprehend. And, despite my history of Tarantino pilgrimages (mostly to Stockport which shares,…

Thoughts on Chris Goode’s Weaklings

I think of these appropriated texts as historical documents—as evidence of who and how we are and what we do. And I think of the characters who speak these texts as characters like the rest of us: people through whom the culture speaks, often without the speakers knowing it. Thus spoke Chuck Mee re the…