Through a night of searing anguish, fights with flashbacks and fragments eventually hit the light at 4.48am. What then? Hope... clarity... freedom? Sarah Kane’s mesmerising study of a mind at its most vulnerable is honest, unnerving, beautiful and funny.
“I dreamt I went to the doctor’s and she gave me eight minutes to live. I’d been sitting in the fucking waiting room half an hour.”
Sadie McMahon and Sallie Mills Lewis reimagine the play’s extreme but highly relatable world created from a text with no characters, and directed by Wendy Smith with no holds barred. The play is in its 25th year, it was written at the same time we were starting out as a theatre company, but, its legacy remains vital, its power as potent and as relevant today.
It’s not always comfortable to hear stories that confront the crisis of mental illness, but there are very few opportunities to hear one so spine-tinglingly poetic and as spellbinding as this one. Take your chance.