Buried Child
An elderly man in a baseball cap sits on a squalid sofa in an exhausted living room, watching TV and personifying irritation as his wife gabbles cheerfully from another room. Gradually, other members of the family appear: a strangely disturbed middle-aged son with armfuls of freshly picked corn, another son with one leg and a manic look about him. Mother goes off to see her priest. Father grumbles with splenetic gusto then sleeps. First son steals his whiskey. Suddenly a young man and his beautiful girlfriend arrive, bringing a gust of freshness to the dilapidated scene. Then, all hell breaks loose.
Buried Child moves deftly between farce, poignancy and horror and etches itself into the mind. Though the first act could pick up pace, this accomplished production, directed by Timothy Trimingham Lee is highly recommended.
– Alison Goldie