Father issues in Theatre State's misjudged play
This article is from 2015.
Cheryl and Tess haven't always related to their dads. In fact, for a long time, they didn't even speak. As they emerge from large inflatable spacesuits (space being the extended metaphor for the increasing distance between them) and shimmy in silver dresses, they explain that through writing this show they can perhaps build bridges and gain more understanding.
So they interview each other's dads – George and Sam – in virtual form on flickering sci-fi screens behind them. It’s an effort to come to terms with awkward family moments around the Christmas table, in the wake of exposed secrets.
Sadly, in spite of some amusing, tender moments, such as dodgy dancing to 90s karaoke backing tracks, interesting use of a Margaret Thatcher mask and some unintentionally Alan Partridge-style pronouncements from their respective fathers, ideas are underdeveloped and there's no new insight here. It isn't enough to throw props and half-baked Olympic ribbon routines into the mix when the storyline has become lost and unfocused.
The two young women are immensely likeable and full of charm, particularly when addressing the audience out of character. Yet in spite of this, the show never really lifts off.
Assembly Roxy, 623 3030, until 30 Aug, 2.50pm, £8–£10.