Alexi Kaye Campbell
Oliver, Philip and Sylvia are caught in a kind of erotic time warp. Their complex love triangle, replete with conflicting loyalties and passions, shifts from 1958 to the present and back again in a maelstrom of fantasy, repression and rebellion.
In one world, they’re forced to be strangers to both desire and to themselves, weighed down by cautious euphemisms and fearful self-censorship. In the other, the rainbow-stickered present, casual sex and empty style collides with the human heart.
This is one of those thoroughly grown-up plays, examining changing attitudes to love and sexuality on either side of the sexual revolution. Told with heart, humour and boundless empathy, this is a history of sorts.
A work of subtlety and sophistication. It grabs you with its’ considerable intelligence and heart.
THE NEW YORK TIMES
A thrilling high-wire act. Simply astonishing.
THE NEW YORK POST
From the minute I met you it felt as if you were the only person who had ever known my real name.
All my life I’ve been waiting for some sort of confirmation that I’m not alone.