Director and designer Scott Le Crass correctly takes absolutely no prisoners in the forceful directness of his approach here and in Thomas, has an astounding conduit to the ferocious energy and crushing anxiety that underscores Dusette's writing. Among the cluttered debris of her fortress-like bedroom, Thomas paces anxiously in preparation for maybe going out, pins the audience to their chairs with her searching questioning, curls up anguishedly as her demons win out. It is a frankly amazing performance that finds moments of levity, even humour, particularly when enacting two-way conversations.
Dusette's writing errs towards the densely poetic, fragments of text repeating and refracting as its stream of consciousness mutates, it's almost too much at times, both to take in and to perform one feels, the challenge it poses almost insurmountable (which I suppose is akin to the actual experience of depression). Johnny Atto's video work further disorients the picture with a nightmarish dreamscape, Jai Morjaria's light and Kirsty Gillmore's sound also working well to give an all-encompassing feel to the production that isn't easily forgettable. Viscerally brutal but in the best possible way - hugely recommended.