Timmy Creed is a hurler and a Gaelic Athletic Association man. He plays hurling – the fastest sport on grass – for Bishopstown, one of more than 2,200 clubs administered by the GAA, an institution with over half a million members in Ireland alone.
Spliced is his love-hate letter to the game he grew up with, staged here in a converted squash court in Edinburgh Sports Club.
It has a classical three-act structure. In the first, Creed introduces us to the sport, and describes how its particular brand of testosterone-fuelled competition defined his early adulthood.
In the second, he relates how a chance break into acting opened up his world, and made him confront the mental damage hurling had inflicted upon him.
And in the third, the two Timmys – the hyped-up hurler and the yoga-loving actor – come face to face.
Creed is an energetic, endearing performer, whether he’s smashing a ball against the side of his set, or doing a handstand in a G-string, and Gina Moxey’s production, which thrillingly synthesises Chris Somers’ throbbing score and David Mathúna’s hectic video design, grips throughout.
It is, essentially, a predictable but polished takedown of toxic masculinity, told in a thick Cork accent. Well worth the walk from the city centre.