Promising an audience ‘the greatest show on earth’ is pretty much the
best way to set yourself up for a fall at the Festival. While Uber
Hate Gang begins with some potentially interesting ideas about
terrorism, theatre, and the nature of complicity, I found the constant
assertions of ‘you all still think this is a play!’ rather trying.
This baffling show is supposedly about rebelling against ‘the sheer
frustration of being average’, which is bizarre as the script itself
is disappointingly mediocre; perhaps it’s trying to prove its own
point, but somehow I doubt it.
It’s a shame really, as it begins promisingly and cast are really
quite good; Gareth Webber is especially dynamic in the role of Andrew.
However, as the terrorists are interrupted by a children’s
entertainer, the script just gets odder and odder until the whole
thing unravels into a heap of clichéd melodrama and a conclusion that
is as ill-fitting as it is confusing. In some ways, it’s apt that a
piece about terrorism should destroy itself from within, but for a
show that ought to pack a real punch I was left unmoved.