The most dangerous moment of this play comes in an opening address by a power-dressed woman. She asks the audience to look across the traverse stage and lock eyes with a stranger. We do as she asks, smiling. “Would you fuck them?” she says, and scouts our averted gazes for an answer, pressing us for a response. Is she joking? Catching us out? Bullying us?
What seems like a cuddly warm-up exercise gathers uncomfortable psychological undercurrents. “You understand I’m not asking you anything you haven’t thought about before?”
