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WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

★★★

Finborough Theatre

WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

Finborough Theatre

★★★

“sharp, funny and provocative”

David Ireland’s debut play ‘What The Animals Say’ makes its long-awaited London premiere. Written in the late 2000s, its themes of tribalism and male identity remain sharply relevant – even if it doesn’t quite land a knockout blow.

A chance encounter on the Stranraer ferry reunites former classmates Jimmy and Eddie. As old truths resurface and new rivalry takes hold, can their fragile bond survive?

This timely revival of David Ireland’s debut play grapples with uncomfortable truths about tribalism, masculinity and success. Jimmy and Eddie’s uneasy reunion strips away their carefully constructed façades to reveal a shared insecurity beneath. An expected reversal forces a confrontation and raises the stakes. Ireland’s dialogue is sharp, funny and provocative, though some of the play’s richer ideas could be pushed further. The barrage of slurs – while serving a dramatic purpose – occasionally feels more uncomfortable than illuminating. Thought-provoking and often compelling, a keener edge would help it reach its full potential.

Harry Burton’s direction keeps the tension simmering, pleasingly exposing the flaws and contradictions in both men. The humour builds well, bringing out Ireland’s sharp writing. The risky baseball bat sequences are executed with impressive precision. However, the pacing occasionally hesitates and an overly long scene transition disrupts momentum. Eddie emerges as the richer character, leaving Jimmy feeling a little underdeveloped. Even so, it’s a solid production that largely lands its blows.

Alex Marker’s design is inventive, cleverly concealing two equally bleak locations within a single set. Joe Dines’ sound design vividly evokes a ferry port, while rumbling thunder signals trouble. Ellie Landrebe’s costumes and Sophia Knight’s hair and makeup instantly establish each man’s curated persona, masking their hidden similarities. Jodi Rabinowitz’s lighting bathes the stage in desolate tones, with dramatic flashes of lightning heightening the tension.

Matthew Blaney’s Jimmy and Robbie Martin’s Eddie are an engaging pairing. Blaney skilfully balances Jimmy’s contradictory persona, channelling both self-importance and self-doubt before unravelling spectacularly. A touch more edge in places would better foreshadow the darkness to come. Martin’s mercurial Eddie keeps both Jimmy and the audience on edge, never quite revealing how far he can be trusted. When the simmering tension finally boils over, Martin’s surge of rage is expertly judged.

‘What The Animals Say’ remains provocative and relevant. Though it could go further in places, it’s still an absorbing watch.



WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

Finborough Theatre

Reviewed on 1st October 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Gavin Watson

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

WHAT THE ANIMALS SAY

THE OLD LADIES

★★★½

Finborough Theatre

THE OLD LADIES

Finborough Theatre

★★★½

“not a comfortable watch, but it’s a quietly unsettling one that refuses to loosen its grip”

“Thank goodness I shall never be a woman”, said critic Harris Deans upon seeing the original production of The Old Ladies. I am a woman, so I couldn’t make the same exclamation, but as I left the theatre 90 years after he did, I did join him in thanking goodness that I would never be an old woman in 1935.

The Finborough Theatre never presents work that’s had a full run in London during the last 25 years, so they’re experts at mining up forgotten favourites and genuinely neglected works from the 19th and 20th centuries. The Old Ladies was written by playwright Rodney Ackland (who went on to work with Alfred Hitchcock), adapted from Hugh Walpole’s 1924 novel of the same name. Three aging women live in uncomfortable proximity to each other with nothing much to report on, and plenty of waiting to do – a combination that breeds nosiness and distrust.

The morbid atmosphere hung heavy in the auditorium before the lights even came up, thanks to the dark drapes flanking the stage filled with fussy furniture desperate to trip you up. Juliette Demoulin’s design keeps the drama contained by the domestic, pointing the finger at the systems that force these women into the same place. It doesn’t surprise me that Ackland envisaged adapting his work as an early film noir, as the sense of dread builds stealthily once the women begin to interact.

Initially, there is warmth and humour as the peculiarity and frankness of those in old age is made apparent, but the play quickly descends into a depressing and claustrophobic compression. May (Catherine Cusack) is nauseatingly frightful, and Lucy (Julia Watson) is pitiably optimistic given her son’s unexplained absence. Abigail Thaw’s Agatha is disconcertingly intense, and director Brigid Lamour’s decision to have her dozing in the background of scenes she didn’t feature in made the audience as nervous as poor Lucy. All three had me torn between wanting to shake them or to run a mile from them, so it’s safe to say the character portrayals were absurdly affecting. Carla Joy Evans’ costume design enhanced the three women’s attempts to hold on to lasting identities while still maintaining the monochromatic feel. Mark Dymock’s lighting was most notable for successfully making the actors look much older and more weary than they did at curtain call.

Max Pappenheim’s subtle sound design tracked the route from ordinariness to intensity, as we watched this story of poverty become something much more grim. The direction and performances collectively pace this turn from domestic tale to psychological drama carefully, leaving the audience in a twilight zone of uncertainty for much of the action, as they are left unsure which it truly is. The eeriness does pay off in the final scenes, but it feels like more of a relief than a satisfaction.

It’s rare that a play makes me so thankful I live in the present time period, given that many of them were written and set a long time ago, and suffer from the cursed rose tinted glasses of nostalgia. But this production is quite unyielding in its bleakness. It doesn’t take too much of a stretch to see The Old Ladies as a warning, as it points its finger harshly at the potential consequences of a limited life – be that economic or social limits – and warns us how grim old age can really get. It’s not a comfortable watch, but it’s a quietly unsettling one that refuses to loosen its grip.



THE OLD LADIES

Finborough Theatre

Reviewed on 26th March 2026

by Jessica Hayes

Photography by Carla Joy Evans


 

 

 

 

THE OLD LADIES

THE OLD LADIES

THE OLD LADIES