Messy rant on twentysomething angst is far less angry than it thinks it is
This article is from 2015.
Angry? More like mildly irritated. The most surprising thing about Josh Overton’s intentionally messy, incoherent play for Hull’s Pub Corner Poets is, despite its incessant swearing, pornographic references and flirting with racism and homophobia, just how soft-hearted and ineffectual it is.
God knows that twentysomethings have plenty to be furious about – debt, housing, job instability, not to mention wider global issues of conflict and climate change – but Angry feels like a petulant whine, focusing instead on how embarrassing parents are, or digs at TOWIE and MTV.
There’s a lot of interesting stuff here, all the same. The show’s self-aware structure of unreliable, too-often-interrupted monologues gives it a bright immediacy. And songs are well integrated, even if they could work a lot harder – ‘Why is George Osborne still alive?’ is amusing, but hardly biting satire.
It feels as if the elements are all there, but that everything needs turning up several notches to make it properly shocking and properly compelling. In the end, it feels like a rather self-defeating satire on the post-uni generation’s inability to articulate or do anything about the sources of its fury. But come on, guys – show us you’re angry, and make us angry too. At the moment it all just feels a bit tedious and self-absorbed.
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