In a sense, this production begins the moment you exchange two £1 coins at the door for a candle in order to buy a drink at the bare – the rules are already different.
Sex and game playing are the twin concerns here- predicated on at a tennis match in a darkened room watched by an audience had been taken into different rooms according to their sex. I can’t answer for the boys but the girls found themselves with two naked women with moustaches sitting on toilets. Through some netting you can occasionally discern tow people fighting and coupling in threatening counterpoint to the cosy sorority of the room.
The game playing itself starts in earnest with the match, officialdom descends into anarchy as obsessive linesmen start changing the rules, relationships between men and women curdle into physical violence: tow abused ball people run and hide, and all the while a clever build up of audience expectation tension and suspension of disbelief, yet fail to capitalise on it. Aside from the odd stunning visual stunt, the show descends into a chaos of white noise that bewilders it s audience.
Still there is plenty to intrigue and disturb. If a feeling of incompletion linger, you can chide yourself with the tough that the ending could have been different had you responded to the implicit invitation to take things into your own hands.
Metro -review 29.11.00