Summary
TEENAGE lesbianism, self-harm, gay students having it off with their well-preserved but villainous professors, all haunted by the ghost of a suicided rent boy; at first glance, Clare Duffy's play for SgriptCymru splurges off with such an overload of issues as to resemble a less tongue-in-cheek take on Julie Burchill's Sugar Rush caught in the sack with an extra-sweary, latenight edition of Hollyoaks. Add to this a soupon of road-movie thriller, as socially anxious, crazy, mixed-up-kid Jane goes in search of her dead soulmate Sam's killer - but ends up finding herself instead, and we're off on a roller-coaster ride of adolescent angst.
Joking aside, Duffy is attempting something pretty serious here, in a rites of passage play ref lecting the blood-red scars of a messed-up generation living through even more dysfunctional times. With Sam as the Puckish loose cannon who f lies too close to the sun and Jane, the curious adventurer who eventually turns back after a private epiphany lays old ghosts to rest, it's a recognisable enough scenario. If only Duffy's characters weren't so overloaded with little badges of self-definition and had the confidence to say less and trust in the situation more, it would work a whole lot better.See the full content of this document
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Crossings, Traverse, Edinburgh 3/5
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