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it marries the whole of human history to America in 1942. So the lead, Mr Antrobus, will come back from a hard day at the office and start trying to invent the wheel. It's about the apocalypse, but I came away thinking it might have something to do with free will versus fatalism and the whole Cassandra syndrome to boot. Act 2 begins ate the end of the ice age, act 3 begins after the Great Flood.
Antrobus is part President of the Human Race, and part struggling father. His home life is divided between trying to keep his perfect daughter away from all the imperfections of the world, and keeping his son (Cain) away from killing anyone. The farcical jusxtaposition between his two worlds are emphasised by the pet dinosaur who has taken to wondering around his house for many thousands of years of his life.
The play also questions the nature of drama. From time to time the actors will slip out of character to protest that they don't understand what they are part of. Add to that a troupe of creepy-but-brilliant actor-musicians who wonder around the stage at strategic moments, a set which moves in time with the tectonic plates and a very cute mammoth, and you can understand why even the Telegraph critics were impressed. |
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