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FLOCK

★★★½

Jack Studio Theatre

FLOCK

Jack Studio Theatre

★★★½

“a piece that confronts, questions and refuses to look away”

Set in Lewisham, where we are starkly reminded that 461 children currently live without a family home, Lin Coghlan’s well-crafted play about care and the care system is a quietly devastating and thought provoking piece of theatre.

Robbie (played by Joseph Clark) and Cel (Tabitha Detriot) are siblings who have grown up in different placements, different addresses and with different versions of stability, yet always manage to find their way back to one another. Cel dreams of university; Robbie longs for something simpler and more profound – the chance for them to finally live together in one place.

Jim Pope’s direction makes the most of Sophie Jump’s simple but inventive set design, where movable screens create shifting environments that mirror the instability of the siblings’ lives. Jump’s costumes extend the largely monochrome palette, with Robbie’s green standing out as a colour signalling safety, growth and the fragile hope he clings to.

There is little colour in the lives of those around them as we watch the slow motion car crash of their circumstances unfold. Robbie is growing, nearly eighteen, approaching the cliff edge where legal responsibility ends and support abruptly changes, leaving him, as well as those trying to help, with an immense challenge to navigate.

Alice Selwyn is the standout performer for me. Understated yet compelling as the overworked but deeply committed personal adviser Mrs Bosely, she brings a palpable desperation to make a broken system function for Robbie. Her performance draws out the layers and quiet heartbreak embedded in Coghlan’s script.

The rest of the cast deliver solid work, with Romeo Mika offering nimble multi role performances, including Robbie’s best, and only friend, Miko. At times I longed for a little more energy, edge and volatility to fully expose the emotional ambivalence within the characters, but the performances remain engaging and sincere.

The anthropomorphism of a young man interpreting the world through the behaviour of birds could have been explored a little more, yet Flock remains an honest, grounded portrayal shaped through workshops with those who have directly experienced the care system. As a result, it stands as a fine example of relatable, socially conscious theatre.

PlayingON’s production deserves applause for being a play about something. It’s a piece that confronts, questions and refuses to look away. It feels perfectly placed within the fringe circuit, where such experimentation and challenge should be given room to breathe. Judging by the full house at the Jack Studio, audiences are more than ready to listen.



FLOCK

Jack Studio Theatre

Reviewed on 1st October 2026

by Robert West

Photography by Lucy Hayes

 

 

 

 

 

FLOCK

FLOCK

FLOCK

MASTERCLASS

★★★

Jack Studio Theatre

MASTERCLASS

Jack Studio Theatre

★★★

“The play is deft and sufficiently funny”

There is an old anecdote about Sir Laurence Olivier and Dustin Hoffman on the set of Marathon Man. The story goes that, to prepare himself for the part of frazzled Thomas Levy, Hoffman went for nights without sleep.

“Why don’t you try acting, my dear boy,” commented old-school thesp Sir Laurence.

This is the stuff of Masterclass, a natty two-hander from the pen of Tim Connery.

In this version, the conflict is literally spelled out. On the whiteboard of the primary school setting, brash pretender Gary Brock writes his Method philosophy: “Be who you are.”

To which old-school luvvie Roger Sutherland adds the word “not”. Be who you are not is the most obvious definition of acting, he says, astounded anyone might think otherwise.

And so the clash is established. Brock (Kurt Lucas) and Sutherland (Alex Dee) rage across the generations. In a short play, this quickly becomes a tired refrain, going nowhere particularly original.

We crave more from Brock and Sutherland, and it is slowly teased out to great effect. Why are Sutherland, once a contender for Bond, and Brock, a former ten-year veteran of an Aussie soap, holed up in an £85-an-hour masterclass in a rented classroom?

They both have issues. Ah. Here it comes.

Sutherland is old (ie, overlooked by the profession), making a meagre living doing ads for funeral payment plans, with the money heading straight to HMRC. More than that, though, he is becoming forgetful.

“Do you know who I am?” he bellows, with an actor’s penchant for self-aggrandisement.
“Do you?” replies Brock.

Brock has immersed himself so far into his method that he has become a liability on set, violent and unpredictable. Besides, who wants a child actor who grew up?

Under Luke Adamson’s careful direction, they begin to see commonalities where before there were only differences.

To carry this through, Lucas, playing Brock, has a gleeful pseud’s intensity, sucking in his cheeks and going effortfully to his core essence. On occasion, he has the air of a David Brent.

Alex Dee is conveniently a Peter Graves look-alike. He presents Sutherland as stately, suave and imperturbable. It is only under duress that he peels away layers to reveal an ultimately tragic reality.

The play is deft and sufficiently funny and, while its initial pitch lingers too long, it remains for the most part sharp and inquiring. Towards the end, one wonders how the writer will find a fitting resolution. He does so with some heavy-handed heart-tugging that comes a little too easily, especially after so much effort has been expended priming the pumps.

However, as a swift exploration of life’s capricious tendency to burst balloons, the Bridge House Theatre production is nicely done and well packaged.

And let’s just hope its success gets Brock and Sutherland back on their feet.



MASTERCLASS

Jack Studio Theatre

Reviewed on 22nd January 2026

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by The Bridge House Theatre


 

 

 

 

MASTERCLASS

MASTERCLASS

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