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THE LAST MAN

★★½

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

THE LAST MAN

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

★★½

“could do with some refinement to truly earn its survivor status”

‘The Last Man’ – a one-person Korean rock musical – bursts onto the stage in its English language world premiere. After sell-out runs in Korea and China, this newly reimagined version feels like it’s still finding its rhythm.

A mysterious virus wipes out humanity – except for one survivor, sealed in a bunker beneath Seoul. As time stretches on, supplies run low and resolve cracks. But things aren’t all they seem.

Jishik Kim’s book, with dramaturgy by Jethro Compton, opens strongly, skewering zombie apocalypse tropes with sharp, self aware humour. The one person dialogue has real drive early on, though leans into telling over showing as it unfolds. The main weakness is the twist doesn’t quite land, partly because the show feels like two contrasting halves, and partly because the final scene raises more questions than it answers. With clearer development and a more focused ending, the piece could hit much harder.

Jishik Kim’s lyrics mostly land, though a few clunky lines seem to have snuck through translation. Seungyeon Kwon’s music – with Gabriel Chernick’s supervision and arrangements, and Amy Hsu’s musical direction – has many smart touches that amplify the score’s emotion. However bolder contrasts and a more distinctive sound would help each beat land more clearly. The five piece band – Hsu, Charlie Laffer, Jon Cox, Rhys Davies and Elizabeth Boyce – is superb.

Direction by Daljung Kim, with assistant Yujeong Kim, has many clever moments such as the teleporting teddy. The phone video adds a ‘Blair Witch’ style claustrophobia, though the glitching stream breaks the spell, especially when the actor’s focus is on the phone. A more defined mental decline would give the two acts a stronger connection, and movement choices could be bolder to create more momentum. A few choices strain the internal logic of an apocalyptic setting, such as throwing away precious resources, and the depiction of the character’s mental state doesn’t always ring true.

The design work shines. Shankho Chaudhuri’s realistic, versatile set makes full use of space, from the opening dash across an upper gallery to the austere yet homely bunker below. Cheolmin Cho’s lighting is absolutely stunning, shaping each scene with gorgeous precision. Anna Kelsey’s costume design is suitably apocalyptic with just enough personality to root us in the survivor’s world. Liam McDermott’s sound design creates a wonderfully eerie atmosphere, though the zombie ‘roars’ don’t quite land and the mix sometimes swallows the lyrics, especially in the opening number.

Tonight’s cast features Lex Lee as The Survivor, sharing the role with Nabi Brown. Lee commands focus throughout a demanding one person musical, delivering standout vocals that shift effortlessly from intimate moments to full throttle rock. Lee’s comic timing and emotional grit shine, though a few moments could open up even more.

I doubt this is the last we’ll see of ‘The Last Man’ in the UK, as tonight’s response shows there’s clearly an audience. However, it could do with some refinement to truly earn its survivor status.



THE LAST MAN

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

Reviewed on 13th May 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Rich Lakos


 

 

 

 

THE LAST MAN

THE LAST MAN

THE LAST MAN

THE BILLIONAIRE INSIDE YOUR HEAD

★★★

Hampstead Theatre

THE BILLIONAIRE INSIDE YOUR HEAD

Hampstead Theatre

★★★

“an extraordinary piece that gets under our skin”

There is a brutal honesty that runs through Will Lord’s debut play, “The Billionaire Inside Your Head”. A truth that is recognisable and unsettling. Lord cuts straight to the chase with an opening monologue delivered with panache, and a touch of menace, by Allison McKenzie. We are asked questions we would never admit to asking ourselves. But on reflection we all do. More often than we’d care to divulge. Nobody offers up an answer (McKenzie provides it anyway). We squirm a bit in our seats, and realise that the traverse seating plan is probably deliberate. We are looking straight at the audience opposite. We are looking at ourselves.

It comes as a relief when the fourth wall is rebuilt and we are drawn into the main narrative of the play (the comfort is short-lived, however). We are in the basement office of a debt collecting firm, bookended by ramshackle filing cabinets. Richie (Nathan Clarke) and Darwin (Ashley Margolis) are old school mates starting out on the lowest rung of the cooperate ladder. They still carry their childhood dreams of becoming billionaires. Hence the title of the play, although “The Voice Inside Your Head” would provide a more accurate description. Richie has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), and it is this subtext that quickly comes to the surface and dominates the story.

Clarke and Margolis have a natural onstage chemistry. Friendship, affection and rivalry co-exist as if they were close siblings. Cracks appear, however, when they find they are competing for the same promotion, and the quirkiness of their dialogue – often extremely funny – takes on darker shades. It so happens that their boss is Darwin’s mother, Nicole, (Allison McKenzie), so nepotism versus merit is another spanner that Lord throws into the works. It is possibly all a bit too much and this overcrowding of ideas can lead to confusion. McKenzie plays the mother, and also ‘The Voice’ inside Richie’s head, but with little distinction. Dressed in her crisp white trouser suit for both roles, the accent and vocal inflections never change. We rely on James Whiteside’s lighting; bare lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling light up and flicker as a cartoon-like – but not inappropriate – metaphor whenever McKenzie becomes ‘The Voice’.

Eventually ‘The Voice’ overshadows the action, which is a shame. And we feel we are in two separate dramas. Clarke and Margolis are an engaging couple, verging on bromance. They make fun of each other. Margolis’ Darwin is a bit of a dope-smoking slob, self-assured and secure while Clarke’s Richie is on always edge. The manifestations of his OCD, initially comical, swiftly turn quite sinister and surreal. Lord, himself diagnosed with OCD, tackles the subject with integrity and honesty, but injects extravagant melodrama – which is distracting. Anna Ledwich directs with respect for the writing, yet it appears that she is struggling to decide in what genre she is working.

There are serious issues at stake here, but it is difficult to take them seriously. Richie’s condition is demonised somewhat – the voice in his head grows sadistic, psychotic, angry. Lord’s intentions are applauded and the gripping performances from the cast are applauded even more. It is an extraordinary piece that gets under our skin, but it is administered too indelicately. A little less force would drive the point home more. Nevertheless, it is a compelling watch, and one that certainly makes us question our own voice. We all have one. Maybe we don’t always admit it. The truth is often unsettling and, at least, Lord doesn’t shy away from it.

 



THE BILLIONAIRE INSIDE YOUR HEAD

Hampstead Theatre

Reviewed on 26th September 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Rich Lakos


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

SHOWMANISM | ★★★★ | June 2025
LETTERS FROM MAX | ★★★★ | June 2025
HOUSE OF GAMES | ★★★ | May 2025
PERSONAL VALUES | ★★★ | April 2025
APEX PREDATOR | ★★ | March 2025
THE HABITS | ★★★★★ | March 2025
EAST IS SOUTH | ★★★ | February 2025
AN INTERROGATION | ★★★★ | January 2025

 

 

THE BILLIONAIRE

THE BILLIONAIRE

THE BILLIONAIRE