I can’t do this play justice. It is one of the most gory things I have ever seen - makes American Psycho (yes even the book) and Reservoir Dogs seem like Disney.
The Guardian’s critic, Michael Billington, summed it up when he said the play made Titus Andronicus, “look like the proverbial vicarage tea party.”
But it is also one of the funniest, most passionate and affecting pieces of theatre I have seen.
It is about a mad INLA terrorist (so mad that the IRA rejected him) whose cat is killed back home. When he hears (that the cat is ‘poorly’ - they are too afraid to tell him it’s dead) he comes back home, and ends up seeking revenge for its murder.
This play is written from a black, black place. It is an ‘angry young man’ play that screams with frustration.
I’m not going to even try to describe the action - there is an excellent review from Michael Billington here that does that, the best advice I can give is to see it if you have the chance.
Just don’t eat first.