I sometimes think dark theatre gets a very bad rep. An audience doesn't always want to roll on the floor with laughter, sometimes they need to think and sometimes they need to feel. That is precisely what this play gives you, a roller coaster of feeling! Any audience seeing this piece I feel would be privileged to witness this deeply emotional and very socially relevant piece.

I'm unsure how to explain my thoughts without unloading unnecessary trauma . I can surely say the writing is great. Pflaster sure knows exactly how to compose a verse and bring life to speech. Full characters. Catharsis, perhaps. Catharsis is what I can say. Few pieces of media of any sort have given me terribly strong emotion. The last time I cried at a play was "Tribes" by Nina Raine. I'm... somewhere, at the moment. Scared, I move, and survive. Thank you for giving me a show to survive. I hope you read this as sincere compliment, because it is.

Not just a devastating revenge story. Not just a canny depiction of the claims and counter-claims that come when abuse is alleged. Pflaster here launches a searing investigation into the mutual sexual jealousy between young and old, between vitality and experience.