As we arrive, so do the actors. On stage, passengers gradually take their seats for a flight. Their actions are not dissimilar to ours as they fiddle on phones or glance around. But you’d be advised to buckle up, too, for Eve Leigh’s turbulent hijacking drama, which nosedives into collective responsibility for the climate emergency.
A steady flow of theatregoers becoming one audience and a gaggle of characters assembling a cast: Leigh is interested in how individual lives are subsumed into group behaviour and how the actions of one country can affect another. This is a playwright, too, who is refreshingly interested in bodies as well as words and Laura Keefe’s highly physical production, with movement direction by Carl Harrison, uses a choreography of collectivity. The flight attendant’s safety demonstration builds into a larky chorus line, there is a flash mob of headbanging to Rage Against the Machine and terror grips the passengers, so that they contort as one panicked mass.
