The Lieutentant of Innishmore, The Garrick Theatre
It's definitely Irish-themed week at Sashinka towers; saw The Lieutentant of Innishmore at the Garrick last night with P. It's an RSC production, and it shows, as well as being a fantastic comedy script. A black satire on terrorism and gratuitous violence, it's Pulp Fiction meets Lock Stock... with an Irish twist and a peculiarly british (and I use that word in its non-political context, hence lower case) sense of understatement.
The action largely takes place inside an Innishmore home, and it looked remarkably like the inside of the Enniskillen home I saw Monday night. Perhaps they're related?
It's been critics' choice in practically every UK broadsheet paper, and I know why. Despite the bloodbath at the end, which really might not be to everyone's tastes - I looked away myself a couple of times - the combination of a perfect script, laden with mind-blowingly funny one-liners, the surreal observation of a psychotic terrorist distraught at the death of his cat, direction that milks every last comedy moment from the play, and the invention of a new genre - terrorism farce - make it a must see, as far as I'm concerned.
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