As the cold winds blow in and short shorts begin their hibernation at
the back of the closet, there have been some great shows, alas with
very brief seasons, to help us forget that summer is exiting stage
right.
It might be called the ‘forgotten war’ by soldiers who have done active
service in Afghanistan, as conflicts with those pesky Arabs seem to be
rated by the news media from what is newsworthy to what is not.
This Dream is the theatrical equivalent of ecstasy in the 80s. It is
wonderfully strange, terribly sexy and made me feel quite out of touch
at curtain call.
… Ok. This is how it goes … So begins the first direct address to the
audience from our seemingly affable unnamed narrator (who wryly admits
the possibility that his account of events is unreliable) and it sets
up Neil LaBute’s 10-years-on-from-high-school love triangle.
“This is all a bit odd,” an elderly gent was heard to mutter at the top
of the show. He was not necessarily having a Senior’s Moment. It was a
bit odd and mysterious.
