DAUGHTER: I won’t stay for long. I promise.
FATHER: It’s fine.
DAUGHTER: I just need
FATHER: It’s
DAUGHTER: Get back on my feet.
FATHER: Honestly, it’s
DAUGHTER: I’m really
FATHER: Really. The least I can ...
After all, this prodigal daughter needs a place to crash, break, and burn baby burn! But the apple doesn’t fall...
A warts-and-all work by queer British playwright, Charlie Josephine, examines the DNA of a fractured father/daughter relationship fuelled by chronic depression, addiction, and social shame.
Needle-sharp, physically articulated, opera-fkn-radically punctuated with moments of movement that feel something like a Sarah Kane met up with Carol Churchill for a doof with the DJ from hell, with “tracks” so buckled, we can’t look away - till the crash.