Last night Stuart and I went to see Game at the Almeida Theatre in London's glitzy Islington.Where to begin?
Think Big Brother (the TV show). Think new house. Think cameras everywhere. Think near-future. Think housing crisis. Think young couple. Think guinea pigs. Think sport. Think shooting people for sport. Think shooting young couple in house for sport. Think clever set. Think hidden audience. Think voyeurism. Think good acting. Think poor idea well executed. Think Charlie Brooker. Think Black Mirror. Think Chris Morris. Think Blue Jam. Think mercifully short.
Think bleak. Bleak house.
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