Luckily the programme is a copy of the full text, complete with that which is cut from Gordon Anderson's production, and, for me, reads better as prose.
The five talented actors play a plethora of unnamed characters in a seemingly endless James Joycean stream of consciousness of monologues and exchanges with little to link them but the odd recurring character and the Smiley Face motif which crops up on balloons, handbags, legs and tanktops.
And it is to the cast's credit that we believe in each character not confusing one with the other regardless of funky wigs or fluffy bras.
Becs Andrew's set is a stark white board with removable discs which open to allow white balloons to pop up in the nightclub, becomes a paint palette from which the lovers daub themselves as they frolic in the early days of passion and allows the artist's studio and gallery to display the work in progress and the ultimate gigantic Kinder egg.
- Karen Bussell (reviewed at the Theatre Royal, Plymouth)