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THE UNDYING

★★★½

Soho Theatre

THE UNDYING

Soho Theatre

★★★½

“poignant and challenging”

The Undying is delicate and charmingly playful in its execution of a variety of challenging themes and ideas, but there is room to develop some of these further.

The play, written by Rea Dennhardt Patel, opens on Prav’s 91st birthday, for which his adoring wife Amba gives him a surprise gift: TwiceLife, pills that halve the age of your body each time they are taken.

Despite a long and happy marriage, Amba (played by Vaishnavi Survaprakash) yearns to reap the benefits that shifting attitudes have had on gender equality and take the opportunity to fulfil her lifetime dream to study and practice medicine, something that was not available to her in her time. Survaprakash provides playfulness and depth, portraying the muted frustration of someone who has taken the back seat all their life and the excited hopefulness of a second chance that characterises Amba (‘I’m running towards something, Prav. Let’s run together’).

Prav (played by Akaash Dev Shemar) refuses to take the pill initially, content with the life they have shared, so Amba takes the plunge without him, halving her age to forty-something. After witnessing his wife’s newfound virility, and becoming wary of his ever-looming Alzheimer’s, Prav succumbs and joins his wife in their forties.

But there’s catch – each time your body-age halves, you lose the memories attached to the years you shave off. This leads to an interesting examination of how this changes the motivations and personalities of Amba and Prav, and the subsequent impact that has on their previously strong relationship. Horizons have widened for Amba, whereas Prav is left using the internet to learn to cook for the first time. Shemar becomes increasingly charming as he ages down, leaning into comedy with ease.

Patel’s writing makes good use of irony, and the script is peppered with humour (much of it pointed at a post-internet generation). Most of the jokes land well and the audience was laughing along. As the characters age backwards, leaving behind more memories, the rose-tinted glasses are lifted and the stakes increase as we learn more about trauma in their past.

Directed by Imy Wyatt Corner, the tone of the piece oscillates between the poignancy that comes with themes of memory (loss), grief and parenthood and the comedy woven throughout – but sometimes in the middle of one line of dialogue. While the jokes provide good comic relief, they sometimes feel a little numerous and undermine the emotion of some scenes. This prevents the emotional climax of the play, centred around a childhood trauma, from reaching its full potential.

I enjoyed Corner’s choice to have the couple lose their Indian accents as the age-down, as though they became second-generation immigrants, becoming more distant from their traditions.

Guided by Consultant Sammy Dowson, the set design was very appealing and curated. Comprising simply of a large rug which delineated the playing space, an armchair, coffee table and stool, all the action takes place in this domestic setting, centring the couple’s relationship. On the back wall hung a gallery of empty golden frames, with words describing their contents projected into them. As Amba and Prav age-down and forget various memories, these fade away leaving the audience struggling to remember the contents as well (Lighting and AV by Rajiv Pattani).

Harmonious live percussion (by Ansuman Biswas) provides a soundscape to the TwiceLife taking effect and underscore various other key moments. This adds to the playful tone throughout.

The Undying is poignant and challenging – it left me wondering what I would do if I had a second chance. Whilst the characters are both sympathetic and the play balances comedy with heavy themes, it perhaps (albeit ambitiously) tackles too many big ideas in a short time.



THE UNDYING

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 9th February 2026

by Ashley Purt

Photography by Tobi Ejrele

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE VIRGINS

★★★

Soho Theatre

THE VIRGINS

Soho Theatre

★★★

“The writer has this gossipy girl talk just right and it’s exquisite”

Virginity, and the loss thereof, is a big money game.

Miriam Battye’s playful script initially lowers the stakes when sweet 16-year-old pals Jess and Chloe convene in the bathroom ahead of their big night out at Lizard Lounge.

The plan is simple, pull a boy then back home sans conquests for chicken dippers and a sleepover.

No reason to be scared. Boys are, after all, “just us, flattened out”.

But the arrival of Anya (Zoe Armer) changes everything. She’s in the year above Jess (Ella Bruccoleri) and Chloe (Anushka Chakravarti) when such gradations matter. Also, she’s made the biggest leap of all and, get this, she’s had sex, actual sex.

The virginal duo becomes a trio with the arrival of perplexed Phoebe (adorable scene stealer Molly Hewitt-Richards) and they all have many questions for Anya – and even more reservations.

Rosie Elnile’s set is split in two, the bathroom on the left and on the right the living room. This is where Chloe’s drippy brother Joel (Ragevan Vasan) is hanging out with cool-as-they-come gym buddy and dullard Mel (Alec Boaden) playing video games.

More on them later, but for now, the mere presence of boys in the house and the hint that Jess may have a crush on her bestie’s dweeb bro adds immediate tension.

Anya changes the rules of the game: Boys in the living room. Let’s get to work, girls. These days we can have it all, no consequences.

In Battye’s twinkling play these bathroom scenes are a joy and a highlight. At one point the girls are all crammed in the bath, as if this is their life raft on a sea of hormones, confusion, shame and uncertainty. The three innocents stared doe-eyed at Anya and each must figure out if losing the big V is a big thing, a small thing, nothing at all or a necessary evil.

The writer has this gossipy girl talk just right and it’s exquisite.

In contrast, what we find in the living room is an absence of anything remotely resembling a boy. Boys don’t talk like girls – they banter, the belittle, they boast – but Joel and Mel’s rare and gnomic utterances are dead on arrival.

The drama is entirely uninterested in the plausibility of the jock and the spineless milksop as friends and Mel’s mini info dump about why modern girls are to blame for modern boys is spurious and inert.

Perhaps Battye is making a point about boys as objects, as alien creatures. But the half and half staging suggests otherwise. On one side, we have natter and nuance, on the other, lumpen lads soaking up real estate.

That is one letdown. The other comes with director Jaz Woodcock-Stewart’s curious pacing. The whole thing is an elongated 85 minutes but could have been a swift and much funnier 65. There are enough comedy smash cuts to move it into the territory of screwball sex comedy – but the director clearly pines for Pinter.

When the girls take over the living room, they suffer from the same torpor, and the pacing never recovers. Yes, there are darker elements at play here, and painful confessions, but they are low-key and strangely lost.

There has been much hype about this play, selling it as a kind of bawdy romp for Gen Z. Battye means to say something meaningful about sex and identity and for that – and for the laughs – she deserves all the plaudits.

But the play is strangely hurried in the key moments and painfully slow elsewhere, making for a night that is as unbalanced as teetering Phoebe on vodka and lemonade.



THE VIRGINS

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 5th February 2026

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Camilla Greenwell


 

 

 

 

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