Tale of three generations of Irish women produces theatrical Groundhog Day
This article is from 2009.
Here’s a tale of three much put-upon Dublin working folk, each with parallel monologues about a series of bawdy, tragic and sometimes comic events they all share in. Again.
The problem with Eileen Murphy’s account of three generations of women in a Dublin family is that it that the ground has been covered so often that you no longer feel much effect. Murphy’s script, in fairness, features some nice comic moments, and there’s a certain warmth amidst the general Connor McPherson-lite genre play feel, but at about 105 minutes it’s long enough to bring contemplation of how you’ll spend your retirement when you leave.
The story of a mother, daughter and granddaughter and their scrapes with mortality, birth and abandonment is very nicely performed by all three hands, with a genuine comic highlight being Anita Reeves’ grandmother’s description of her first encounter with a vibrator. But, unlike the device in question, a quicker climax might have been more satisfactory.
Traverse Theatre, 228 1404, until 30 Aug (not 17, 24), times vary, £14–£16 (£10–£11).