A family in mourning. A man in crisis.
After the death of his dad, Michael is powerless and angry. In a state of
heartbreak, he confronts the difficult truths about his father’s legacy and
the country that shaped him. At the funeral, unannounced and
unprepared, Michael decides it is time to speak.
Thomas Coombes stars in this scorching and fearless play which asks
explosive and enduring questions about identity, race and class in Britain.
Essiedu really is a force of nature. Totally at ease, working the audience like a stand-up comic, then, with fox-like agility, backstabbing them with guttural force and working up to a symphonic crescendo. For Michael I noted that Roy Williams’s brilliance as a writer lies in the way he delicately coils loving intimacy into the character’s DNA. Not matter how tempestuous the storm clouds of paranoia and hate are, a ray of light can always shine through. Watching Essiedu find that light is breath taking.
Roy Williams’s brilliance as a writer lies in the way he delicately coils intimacy into Michael’s soul. As much as boiling hated bubbles, he cannot overcome the love that hangs around his neck like a millstone. Coombes’ happy-go-lucky blokey demeanour delivers the knuckle fisted punches, but not all the blows land.
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