Zombie Haiku
LEO PARKER-REES / Writes review in haiku form / Just because he can.
Corpus Playroom, 24th-28th January, 9.30pm, £5-6
Directed by Chloe Mashiter
[rating: 1/5]
My review will be
Written only in haikus
Because it’s easy.
This play had promise,
It seemed weird enough to be
Quite entertaining.
These eight photographs/ Were done with a camera / By Sana Ayub
Let down from the start
By disappointing acting,
I wanted to leave.
It wasn’t their fault,
Actors do well with good scripts,
Not cheesy clichés.
The tech was awful.
I know it was the first night,
But that’s no excuse.
The opening scene,
Vital in setting the tone,
Was ruined by lights.
The set was cluttered
By too many wooden chairs
And (unused) wheelchairs
Slowly lined up chairs
Presumably meant something.
It was unclear what.
Sloppy chair-shifting
And physical theatre
Are not the same thing.
The dances and fights
Were far from entertaining.
Too G.C.S.E.
I never worked out
What was being attempted.
Funny? Scary? No.
Oskar McCarthy
Seemed too greedy for laughter,
Despite earning none.
Robbie Aird was fine,
No show-saving performance,
But he did his job.
The rest of the cast
Were an under-rehearsed blur.
Not polished at all.
Speakers played haikus
Read by multiple voices
With ‘spooky’ delay.
Was it meant to scare?
We get it, hungry zombies.
Stop telling me twice.
I winced at the end.
A zombie transformation?
Of course! Flash red light!
The odd combining
Of poem with flesh-eating
Can’t carry a show.
Just imagine this
Plus naff dramatic techniques
Minus comedy
Whatever its aims,
This production didn’t work;
The wrong kind of mess.
The programme tells me
It’s entered a festival.
I don’t think that’s wise.