Which makes it something of a shame that there’s a distinct feeling that the play doesn’t quite match up to the performance.
I have history with Manfred Karge and he does little to dispel that illusion here with little of real insight to say about gender, Germany or gubbins in general. Anthony Vivis’ translation of the writing is weighted down with a predilection of ponderous metaphors and distracting rhyming couplets and it is hard to really connect intellectually with the material. That said, director Tilly Branson has ensured an amazing piece of acting from Tricia Kelly is allowed to shine front and centre.