Shit review at Summerhall, Edinburgh – ‘riveting performances’
Getting a brief glimpse of the shattered, abused child within the aggressive adult woman standing before us is a remarkable achievement of acting and writing. That the stellar actors in Patricia Cornelius’s play Shit can hold those two moments in time together gives this searing, uncomfortable play its power.
Three women, Sam, Bobby, and Billy stand defiantly swearing, flashing, menacing, and glaring. As they boast and battle, we see bits of their past peek through with mentions of foster homes and feelings they cannot control. Or worse, no emotions at all.
They have absorbed the message they are worthless and turned this invective back on everyone in their path. Their nihilism and destruction start from within like a black hole threatening to suck in everything around it with its fury and hatred.
In this in-your-face production, they can be bitingly funny while simultaneously terrifying. However, there’s horror on the horizon and with every poisonous laugh, dread is building.
While the narratively-driven marching and movement by director Susie Dee breaks up the dialogue, it can occasionally distract.
But what they say won’t leave you. “What right have you got to want?” might be the saddest sentence ever spoken.
We need your help…
When you subscribe to The Stage, you’re investing in our journalism. And our journalism is invested in supporting theatre and the performing arts.
The Stage is a family business, operated by the same family since we were founded in 1880. We do not receive government funding. We are not owned by a large corporation. Our editorial is not dictated by ticket sales.
We are fully independent, but this means we rely on revenue from readers to survive.
Help us continue to report on great work across the UK, champion new talent and keep up our investigative journalism that holds the powerful to account. Your subscription helps ensure our journalism can continue.