Shit. Continuing the trend enabled through the #MeToo and #TimesUp campaign. Positioning stories of women, hostile, deprived, hard.
It is the coarse, aggressive, mean and funny. Somehow the audience is able to laugh. In the first instance because there is an altercation over the overuse of swear words. How to use swear words to reinforce feelings and challenges.
And then the stories of Billy, Bobby and Sam. How lives are created and how they fail. How behaviours are accepts or broken down. Of how women become damaged.
Sam (Peta Brady), Billy (Nicci Wilks) and Bobby (Sarah Ward) take on the roles with full, uncompromising commitment. Each character has been developed to a point which enables the despair to be conveyed, and yet in each of them their to survive is left with you.
Patricia Cornelious fills each conversation, every silence with power. Power of speaking out. Power of exploring the why and the how. In Susie Dee’s direction the right amount of energy is used in each altercation and silence. The staging used effectively to allow fight scenes to hurt. The production walks along the line, constantly tipping the audience to a point of revulsion but keeping the three women’s balance of aggression, vulnerability and personability in check.
Because, truthfully, I’d find it difficult to say these are women I’d be happy to meet on a night out. But Patricia Cornelious’s writing allows the women’s current predicament to be interwoven with how they got to this stage.
Shit is pulsating, all-consuming and graphic in what is created for the audience. How class and misogyny impact lives to beyond breaking point.
Shit is at the Summerhall as part of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. You can see the production at 16.50 until Sunday 25th August (excl 19th).
Disclosure: This review is part of media accreditation for the Edinburgh Festival Fringe through the Network of Independent Critics. All views and opinions contained are my own.