Paige is hosting the bizarre banquet for her unfaithful philosopher husband, Lars, who’s just published a new book that she hasn’t read. The other guests are a Molly Parkin-style outlandish feminist artist and a svelte television newsreader and her microbiologist spouse.
What’s on the menu? Primordial Soup, Apocalypse of Lobster (kill it yourself if you want to eat it) and Frozen Waste as a dessert. Yum yum. Oh, and there’s also an unexpected guest: the chap who’s just robbed the house next door and has crashed his van in a ditch.
The dialogue is barbed and spiteful, even if the insistent jokes about getting whatever you want on the internet now sound a little dated.
Anna Fox’s production is a fine showcase for some talented Oxford graduates, notably Charlotte Mulliner as Paige in a little black dress, Alice Pearse as the artist, and Alfie Enoch – one of the other kids in the Harry Potter movies – as Mike the van driver, thief and token nice guy.