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IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“a well-conjured fright fest, a confident piece of storytelling and a wholly entertaining experience”

The play that brought writer Tim Foley to award-winning attention was Electric Rosary, which featured a robot nun. With this new work, he sticks with matters spiritual but turns his attention to the classic haunted house mystery.

We’re talking ghosts, shadows, ancient curses and the portrait of a sickly child.

This is obviously a one-man play, that man being the dynamic and companionable George Naylor. Only he isn’t alone, is he? Because there is Pete Malkin and Joshua Pharo and Tom Robbins as well.

They are, in turn, sound designer, lighting and video designer, and set designer. They deserve upfront credits because they work wonders. The production is sensational in all interpretations of that word, filling the black box with sufficient jump-scares, crashes, whoops, and spooky backdrops to create something akin to a theme park ride.

Then there’s director Neil Bettles who has taken a cinematic script and devised an evening packed with theatrical trickery to match Foley’s fireworks.

To the story then, and the small seed which grows and keeps growing until, at one point, you think: enough with the new things. We’re beginning to lose our way.

Which is an apt analogy. For Joe (Naylor), a down-on-his-luck actor, has been commissioned by sinister toff David Linden to walk around the eerie perimeter of Paragon House in period costume to frighten his nieces who are staying for the holidays.

Doesn’t turn out like that, of course, because Joe fears he is not the only one making the mysterious trudge through the dense thickets and lonely trails. There may be two people circling the house. Or maybe three. And maybe not even people at all.

Announcing a character called The Dancer (Oliver Baines) upfront doesn’t give the game away but does suggest we are not alone in unusual and kinetic ways.

Joe wants to leave, but he fancies David and he’s getting paid an astronomical sum. Also, there’s a strange compulsion to untangle this knotty puzzle. Because Paragon House was demolished decades ago according to Google, and who is that man at the window?

Critics of Electric Rosary declared that Foley tried to cram too much into the second half. He avoids part of that problem here by not having a second half at all – no interval snifter to settle the nerves – but he does insist on wringing the cloth dry in search of a topper. The plot, like the forest, gets thicker and more impenetrable the further we wander in.

However, there’s no escaping the grip of this play: it is a well-conjured fright fest, a confident piece of storytelling and a wholly entertaining experience if your idea of fun involves a growing sense of menace.

 

IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 9th March 2026

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Tommy Ga-Ken Wan


 

 

 

 

IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

IT WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AT NIGHT

OTHERLAND

★★★★

Almeida Theatre

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Almeida Theatre

★★★★

“This is a jaunty and compassionate production”

The confetti thrown in good cheer remains on the stage long after the wedding is over and the marriage has fallen apart in writer Chris Bush’s personal exploration of otherness and identity.

The reason for the break-up is not a dark secret revealed. Harry (Fizz Sinclair) has never hidden her yearning to escape her male body and Jo (Jade Anouka) – as a place-holder response – has always declared an attraction to women, so what’s the problem?

The writer calls on her own experiences coming out as trans to inform a script rich with frail humanity, grief and laughter.

One of the joys of director Ann Yee’s production is the four-strong chorus (Danielle Fiamanya, Laura Hanna, Beth Hinton-Lever and Serena Manteghi). They provide a sumptuous cacophony of well-calibrated, well-meaning voices, while occasionally bursting into snippets of siren song.

They become the friends who judge-don’t-judge the former golden couple. They are the bumptious official who can’t understand why the paperwork doesn’t tally, the fertility doctor with grim news, the HR woman tiptoeing around preferred toilet arrangements.

With a brisk and delightful energy, these vignettes of love, confusion and bureaucracy spill and elide and crash into one other. At pace, Jo goes crazy, drops out, and finds new love up a mountain with Gabby (a hoot, as played by Amanda Wilkin). Harry drifts aimlessly in a twilight world, not one thing or another.

On a rare trip out Harry is harassed by a man at a railway station. She is ill-equipped to cope, having no hinterland, and feels the experience “violating and validating”. Her girlfriends ask why she would opt for all that, the burden of the female sex, as if it were a lifestyle choice. Even then, Harry can’t join them on a protest march against gender violence because it’s not her story. Meanwhile, her exasperated mother (Jackie Clune) suggests she might like to switch back for a family wedding because “it’s not all about you”.

Jade Anouka and Fizz Sinclair perform wonders in their roles. Anouka is a bundle of nervous energy – and a devil on the dancefloor – while Sinclair carries a certain pained stillness, facing upheaval with the stoicism of necessity.

The end of the first act leaves both partners facing monstrous change. Jo is reluctantly pregnant and Harry about to pursue an irreversible course of hormones.

The beginning of the second act goes somewhere else entirely. They become literal monsters. We are in a fever dream cocoon where the misfits come to resolve themselves.

In a somewhat jarring sequence, Jo becomes a robot with a baby-filled silver cloche for a belly. She is alien to Gabby and to herself. Harry, thrashing in the shallows, is a fish-woman, caught in the net of some 18th century natural philosopher and put on show for the gawpers and prodders. While visually striking, it is an odd excursion, and we particularly feel the absence of Anouka’s jittery powerhouse presence. When they return to themselves, it’s a relief.

This is a jaunty and compassionate production, brilliantly designed and lit (Fly Davis and Anna Watson) and elevated by crisp direction and staging. The cast captures the glorious mess and majesty of change with impish relish and the production does an important job giving character to a story frequently lost to ranting headlines.

Chris Bush says this play has been a decade in the making and a lifetime in the preparation. Fortunately, no-one else has to wait that long.



OTHERLAND

Almeida Theatre

Reviewed on 20th February 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

WOMEN, BEWARE THE DEVIL | ★★★★ | February 2023

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