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THE DAWN OF RECKONING

★★★

White Bear Theatre

THE DAWN OF RECKONING

White Bear Theatre

★★★

“an interesting new play that grapples with big questions of what it means to be human”

In a claustrophobic hotel bar on a foggy night in London, two old university friends meet, some twenty-five years after they lost touch. As the piece unfurls, we learn that medical researcher Helena’s (Bryonie Pritchard) husband left her for her university friend, children’s illustrator Ruth (Jilly Bond), fracturing their previous relationship apparently beyond repair. The characters slowly realise that the apparently chance meeting was engineered by their late, shared (ex-) husband Tony for the reading of his will. The Dawn of Reckoning is a new play written by Mark Bastin and directed by Matthew Parker, that seeks to explore the enduring guilt of the missteps and misfortunes that mark our lives, as well as the enduring power of friendships forged in the early days of adulthood. It asks whether second chances are possible and how we can forgive ourselves and move on.

The two women strike a marked contrast, even down to their choice of nightwear, the no-nonsense Helena in comfortable-looking button-up blue pyjamas and the Ruth in a much more glamourous silken nightgown and turban, the work of production and costume designer Hannah Williams. Both Pritchard and Bond give strong performances, that range from an initial mutual wariness to moments of despair and a moving scene in which the women comfort one another. They are especially good at shared excitement when reminiscing about drunken nights out, capturing the ease with which we can all talk about a shared past in preference to confronting a more uncomfortable present, even if Helena is always only a few moments away from a withering barb. This simmering resentment is well conveyed by Pritchard, and Bond excels at Ruth’s morally superior attitude of forgiveness, by turns endearing and infuriating, to which Pritchard responds accordingly.

The play balances the darkness with moments of comedy, especially Helena’s repeated filling of her whisky glass from the unattended hotel bar, and when Ruth sets off the fire alarm by smoking a cigarette out of the window, allowing the women to return to an adolescent sense of mischief and complicity.

The sound design (Andy Graham) and lighting (Abigail Sage) counteract the realism of the narrative. Dimming bulbs, unsettling noises, the distinctly London sound of mating foxes, and the glowing fog outside the window inject a sense of the surreal into proceedings, as do moments of abstract choreography, where the characters move in a kind of synchronicity, gesturing both towards the increasing unreality of the situation and perhaps to their shared bond that goes deeper than words.

Narratively, The Dawn of Reckoning is complex, including multiple changes of direction and revelations that emerge over the relatively short runtime. Without giving anything away, some of these are successful, while others move towards the melodramatic, and the play’s climatic moments could perhaps have used a slightly longer lead-in to land more effectively. Nevertheless, this piece is an interesting new play that grapples with big questions of what it means to be human. Even if it does not always provide satisfying answers, it demonstrates a writer and director that are willing to let the script and acting take centre stage.



THE DAWN OF RECKONING

White Bear Theatre

Reviewed on 19th March 2026

by Rob Tomlinson

Photography by Rob Cheatley


 

 

 

 

THE DAWN OF RECKONING

THE DAWN OF RECKONING

THE DAWN OF RECKONING

ONE JAB CURES ALL

★★★★

Theatre at the Tabard

ONE JAB CURES ALL

Theatre at the Tabard

★★★★

“a wonderful antidote to the long winter nights”

It’s the ultimate medical breakthrough. Two scientists have discovered the ‘Wonder Jab’; the universal cure for everything. Although on the surface they look and behave as though they can’t tell a test tube from a jam jar. The whole thing looks rather dodgy. Dr Max (Rob Pomfret) and his ice-maiden boss, Dr Judy (Sophie Mackall), are holed up in what looks like an under-funded basement laboratory. Alice Carroll’s stark set suggests covert, subterranean mischief where oxygen and ethics are thin on the ground.

Instead, though, the air is thick with satire and chaotic humour in Lloyd Evans’ new play, “One Jab Cures All”. Max and Judy are on the cusp of fame and are grappling with what it all means – for themselves and for the world. We don’t know how they discovered this miracle cure. But then again, neither do they. What we do know is that they intend to administer it via chocolate mini-rolls and cake (watch out for the Victoria sponge that triggers all sorts of shenanigans like Chekhov’s Gun). A press conference is imminent, but the couple are at loggerheads about how to tell their story to the world; even though it has already been leaked by the Russians, who apparently funded and under-tested the research.

Judy sees dollar signs and wants to privately sell it to the rich and powerful elite – the billionaires and the illuminati. Max, on the other hand, wants it to be distributed, free, for everyone. If they keep it a secret, they’ll make millions of pounds. If they share it, they’ll save millions of lives. It is a global contradiction, played out in a tiny space. Director Matthew Parker skilfully steers his cast around the confines of the stage, blending well the slapstick with the biting dialogue. Like the protagonists who mix their chemicals with gay abandon, the result is unpredictable, if not quite explosive. Into the mix wander Max’s teenage daughter Felicity (Lauren Whitehill) and junior researcher Vic (Jay Warn). Loyalties are ripped apart. Felicity and Vic are pulled together while Judy and Max are polar opposites. Attraction and repulsion are equal forces here, and the messy magnetism of the performances draw us in.

There is a heightened theatricality to the characters that, because of their many layers, avoids caricature. Each cast member captures their inconsistencies with a natural understanding of the humour and absurdity of the human condition. Pomfret is the humanitarian with loose morals, a devoted single dad who likes to keep the babysitter warm on winter nights. Judy is a hard nut who melts under flattery, and Mackall nimbly presents vanity as vulnerability. Like all, she is just looking for love. Warn’s Vic is quirky and nerdy but loveably real while Whitehill is a ball of innocent, scatty and funny energy.

In lockdown, many people were, understandably, concerned about the speed with which the vaccines were rolled out. An over explored and over discussed premise, but Evans mirrors the theme with originality and freshness. There is a fair amount of meandering into subplots and shoe-horned subtexts. Lengthy discussions about family, marriage, love and ageing, for example, sludge the narrative in places and the intermittent lack of focus detracts from the main thread. Yet the gentle zigzagging does lead to some finely executed twists. A little less clunkiness in the physical comedy would get us there with fewer stumbles on the journey.

“One Jab Cures All” is a wonderful antidote to the long winter nights. An eccentric tale of medicine, money, morals and miracles. It goes down with more than a spoonful of sugar and the only side effects that you need to worry about are a few extra laughter lines.



ONE JAB CURES ALL

Theatre at the Tabard

Reviewed on 15th January 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Lidia Crisafulli

 

 

 

 

 

ONE JAB CURES ALL

ONE JAB CURES ALL

ONE JAB CURES ALL