I'll not give anything away but the warnings we had before we went in to take our seats were enough to prepare us for the worst; suicide, incest, discriminatory language, and violence.
Last Friday night Stuart and I went to see Marina Carr's haunting play Portia Coughlan at the Almeida Theatre in London's glitzy Islington.
To say it's a bleak play might undersell its credentials somewhat. It's dark. Very dark. Greek Tragedy dark.
Directed by Carrie Cracknell, the play sees Portia (the wonderful Alison Oliver) as a young woman unravelling. It's her 30th birthday, but noone is celebrating. Portia is tormented that 15 years ago her twin brother Gabrial disappeared into the depths of the Belmont River.
The action lurches between past and present as we see Portia make terrible choices and we can't help wondering if the hand of fate has already set her course.
That said, we loved it. It was raw, it was emotional, it was real. Bloody bleak though!
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