“I said “I’m sh*tting pine needles”. I don’t know how to make that any more clear, you get me?!” A dirty, expensive city; present day (ish). A peculiar pandemic is blossoming. NHS helplines are jammed with queries from the public about plants growing inside and outside of their bodies. Politicians are avoiding the bigger questions, vigilantes are fighting back at nature and a professor is in cahoots with a woodlouse – because, why not?!
Singing plants, menacing tree-kickers, armpit moss and useless executives collide in Bea Roberts’ timely, utopian eco-comedy, Loam.