The lazy journalist would write “Copenhagen meets subUrbia“. Or something.
But what we’ve got here is a spangling, tight little number about the personalities and physics of the first Atomic bomb, shot through with guilt, black humour and Lagrange points. The characters move along the predetermined paths of history, the bomb drops, the world changes.
The grimey-sweated air of the Underbelly caves makes a nice little bunker for the text – at times it’s a little too restrictive for some of the action’s emotional peaks, but the production makes visciously efficient use of the space, and I was surprised to see projection working so effectively. Strong performances all round combine with an almost haunting montage of sound and imagery: damn good stuff.
[Full disclosure: I know the author, although I wouldn't be afraid to tell him his work sucked. But it doesn't, so there's no problem.]
go/no-go? GO
