Despite riffing on birth, marriage and death, these three short Jewish plays by established writers make for a shallow, sketchy evening. On the plus side, each script – by Amy Rosenthal, Alexis Zegerman and Ryan Craig – strikes out in surprising directions. God makes an appearance in a modern London where the diaspora has reached all the way down the Northern Line to Tooting, as does a hamster named after Israel’s only female prime minister, Golda Meir.
But it’s a big minus that Kayla Feldman’s production is so stiff and phony. The cast includes veterans Nigel Planer and Adrian Schiller, and talented relative newcomer Abigail Weinstock, but I didn’t believe for one moment that they, or anyone else on stage, believed in the dialogue they were speaking. This is bad-faith acting in a handful of playlets – “trilogy” is too grand a word – that are all about faith, culture and family.
