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#1 foggy day

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Posted 14 May 2007 - 11:43 AM

Anyone heard anything about this at Theatre503? I loved Ship of Fools there a couple of months ago.

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Posted 15 May 2007 - 12:45 AM


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Posted 18 May 2007 - 10:37 AM

Better than Ship of Fools!

Here's the Time Out review:

Rating:  4 Stars
There’s a feeling running through Tom Morton-Smith’s massively ambitious play that, seeing as the USSR and the US so ruinously misunderstood Islamic Central Asia – the breeding ground of the Taliban – it’s somehow our job in Britain to understand it better. Morton-Smith fashions from this attitude a monumentally confused voodoo doll called Dylan Singer, then puts him squarely under the magnifying glass… until he starts to burn.

We begin in London, after the 2001 terrorist attacks, with Dylan – a writer – a having something of a breakdown. His agent persuades him to resurrect an old book pitch about Omar Khayyam, the twelfth-century poet. Dylan jumps at the idea, and jets off for Uzbekistan with his alcoholic ex-lover, Nicola, in tow as translator.
Dylan and Nicola make quite a pair.

He is an ‘atrocity junkie’, America-hating, and – after watching his wife die – self-hating too; she is disgusted at his self-righteousness, but unable to overcome her love for him. They travel to Tashkent, then on to Samarkand, where Khayyam lived, eventually finding their way to what Dylan calls ‘the world’s dead heart’ – where the Aral Sea once stood, until the Soviets diverted its rivers for irrigation.

The dialogue crackles with vicious insight and humour, Paul Robinson directs with verve right up to the lacerating climax and Damian O’Hare and Catherine Cusack are both absolutely tremendous in the lead roles. What nearly sinks ‘Salt Meets Wound’, however, is Morton-Smith’s decision to insert a handful of historical scenes foreshadowing his themes – one featuring Khayyam himself. They are baldly written, sometimes risibly acted and dreadfully unnecessary. Jonathan Gibbs, Tue May 15

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