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THE CHILDREN

★★★★

Lyric Hammersmith

THE CHILDREN

Lyric Hammersmith

★★★★

“Moving, intelligent and beautifully acted”

Ten years after its Royal Court premiere and Broadway success – receiving two Tony award nominations – ‘The Children’ returns to London with undiminished urgency. A study of people in crisis and generational responsibility, this gripping revival pulses with life, loss and the duties that remain.

After a coastal nuclear disaster, Hazel and Robin scrape a life from the fallout. When an old friend drops in unannounced, buried secrets bubble to the surface. But Rose’s real reason for visiting changes everything. Will they be strong enough to face it?

Written by the award-winning Lucy Kirkwood, ‘The Children’ creates almost uncomfortably real characters. Hazel desperately distracts herself from her own mortality, while self-destructive Robin stares death in the face. Then Rose sweeps in like a rogue wave, steeling herself for a devastating request. It’s a deliciously tangled knot of guilt, denial and responsibility, deftly capturing ordinary people in crisis. Despite its apocalyptic backdrop, the dialogue remains deeply human as people struggle to articulate or conceal their true feelings. The overlapping rhythms feel effortlessly natural, shot through with revealingly sharp humour. And there’s never a wasted detail, everything returning with greater meaning. My only niggles are the intricate plotting perhaps feels a touch too thorough, leaving less space for ambiguity, and it takes a beat longer to wrap up than it could – though to be fair, Hazel’s need for order is entirely true to character. Ultimately, Kirkwood’s writing is deeply moving.

Under Rachel O’Riordan’s assured direction, the humanity hits home. Bristling tension dares you to pick at the web of old wounds. The characters and their relationships feel fully developed, and the pacing is brisk and engaging – though it does slacken a tad towards the close. The movement is subtle yet purposeful, strategically mirroring shifting alliances. Overall, it’s a strong, powerfully crafted revival worthy of its tenth anniversary.

The design beautifully serves the script while adding its own artful flair. Gary McCann’s striking set is full of contrasts: Hazel and Robin’s homely existence squats beneath dark, unbending steel, and tiny glimpses of a realistic sea are offset by the stage’s uneasy tilt. McCann’s costumes subtly reveal and conceal personalities. Anna Watson’s lighting pits domestic warmth against industrial chill, while Holly Khan’s soundscape blends natural and mechanical sounds to unnerving effect – especially the almost imperceptible rumble that quietly raises tension. Campbell Young Associates’ unexpectedly powerful wigs, hair and make-up design drives home the human stakes.

Declan Conlon, Kerry Fox and Meera Syal nail the fraught dynamic of friends with history. Conlon sparkles with devilish charm as Robin, softening his rougher edges just enough land the final reconciliation. Fox makes Rose’s intrusion feel both unsettling and inevitable, balancing steely resolve with honest vulnerability. Syal expertly channels Hazel’s determined denial and frantic fear, though a little more contrast in places would make the performance even stronger.

Moving, intelligent and beautifully acted, catch ‘The Children’ while you can.



THE CHILDREN

Lyric Hammersmith

Reviewed on 12th September 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Helen Maybanks


 

 

 

 

The Children

The Children

The Children

LOST ATOMS

★★★★

Lyric Hammersmith

LOST ATOMS

Lyric Hammersmith

★★★★

“Sometimes quirky, often heartbreaking, but invariably mesmerising”

‘Your future self is watching you right now through your memories’. The quotation, which has wormed its way into meme status on social media, can be traced back to biomedical scientist Aubrey de Grey, but any free thinker could probably come up with a similar truism. But it does make you think – and, as a concept, it forms the backbone of Anna Jordan’s two hander “Lost Atoms”. Jordan takes it a step further and has these future memories interrupting the present and correcting where necessary. The play sets out to show how a couple’s perspective of their relationship can alter over time thanks to the conflicting memories of each character. The effect is a slightly unnerving, quite brilliant and riveting watch.

The couple is Jess (Hannah Sinclair Robinson) and Robbie (Joe Layton). The microscopic lens through which we witness their story is echoed by Andrzej Goulding’s striking set comprising a towering wall of filing cabinets, which plays with our perception of space as much as the narrative plays with time. Many times, we feel as though we are looking down from above as the back wall becomes the floor. Director Scott Graham has Sinclair Robinson and Layton crawl across the banks of drawers that slide in and out, defying gravity with ease. This is true ‘Frantic Assembly’ at its finest.

Step away from the main concept and its stylised representation, and what you have is a fairly conventional love story, albeit one with unexpectedly sad twists. The two performances are outstanding. There is an instant connection between Sinclair Robinson and Layton, further welded by a smouldering chemistry. The dialogue is easy going and often humorous until, of course, things go wrong. The second act finds us in darker territory – audible gasps can sometimes be heard from the auditorium. It seems that no stone is left unturned, as we draw closer to the love story’s conclusion, unearthing original thoughts on the themes of grief, loss, pregnancy, marriage, fidelity, aging. Other characters are skilfully introduced and made real through the silent gaps of one-sided conversations. Jess and Robbie are the only ones speaking but we can clearly hear the whole conversation in our heads.

But some of the strongest moments are the wordless ones, when the couple’s natural intimacy progresses to deep sensuality during moments of abstract choreography. With Simisolar Majekodunmi’s stark and shadowy lighting and Julie Blake’s atmospheric music, the actors again pay no attention to gravity. A bed unfolds like a drawbridge at an impossibly steep angle while the actors move with the vertiginous ease of geckos. The cabinet drawers contain not just props and costumes, but metaphors that are pulled out at pivotal moments to enhance the narrative flow.

Eventually talk turns to hopes for the future, which in turn blur into the couple’s memories. It seems that their dreams are as untrustworthy and insubstantial as their memories. Our memories often betray us, we are being told. “Fairy tales are bullshit” Jess exclaims. Jordan has given us a haunting perspective of a relationship’s arc. The only real flaw is that it does stretch it out somewhat, making for quite a long play, and a couple of scenes are difficult to follow acoustically – never mind the atoms; occasionally the actors’ words are lost in the soft-spoken moments of truth. Yet it is beautifully poetic and insightful. Messy at times. Sometimes quirky, often heartbreaking, but invariably mesmerising. Memory might be unreliable, but “Lost Atoms” is unforgettable.

 



LOST ATOMS

Lyric Hammersmith

Reviewed on 3rd February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton 


 

 

 

 

LOST ATOMS

LOST ATOMS

LOST ATOMS