Yokes Night (3 stars)

Fictional Dublin tale hits hard, but never leaves a bruise

Yokes Night

It's 11 March, 2015 in Ireland. Harry (writer and performer Scott Lyons) is a typically feckless, horny working-class teenager who has just learned that tonight all drugs are legal, and everything permissible. When he meets the enigmatic, seductive Saoirse (Zoe Forrester) in a seedy club, it's not just the pills that make his heart race. But she's damaged, and what initially attracts him proves to be his downfall.

There's a lot of superb writing here, reminiscent of Enda Walsh's Disco Pigs, and the set's simple building blocks, which act as a bed, club podium or statue of James Joyce, are a fine choice of prop, restating the feeling of role play and naiveté between the young lovers. Lyons and Forrester as Harry and Saoirse have real chemistry, and some hilarious and touching scenes, but underneath the issues of abortion, rape and diatribes on tax-avoiding politicians, there is a sense of little more than an Adam and Eve for the post-rave generation, and a clichéd warning to avoid the temptress.

The volte face feels a little forced and paints the duo's respective denouements into a corner. Nonetheless, Yokes Night is a seething play with two superbly judged performances, and a lot of style.

Pleasance Courtyard, until 29 Aug (not 16), 2.15 pm, £7.50–£10 (£6.50–£9).

Yokes Night

  • 3 stars

Stay Up Late Collective in association with Bear Trap Theatre Dublin, 11th March 2015. A slip-up loophole in the law declares all drugs legal for 24 hours. On this night of rebellion, Harry finds himself under the influence of Saoirse. Bound by the ecstasy of their union, secrets are shared, and the stench of bloodshed…


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