- Kirstin Innes
- 25 August 2009
This article is from 2009.
Hampered by ham-fisted direction where outbursts of ‘dramatic’ music punctuate any significant utterance, any poetry in the lines is garbled by actors who don’t understand either their characters or the meaning of the words. This magical realist allegory about power corrupting has been strangled at birth. Asking people to pay £7 for this is appalling, and much of the audience seemed to agree as they walked out.
Augustine’s, 510 0022, until 31 Aug, 7.15pm, £7 (£6).