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BLUE MIST

★★★★

Stratford East

BLUE MIST

Stratford East

★★★★

“bursts with life and complexity”

Olivier nominated ‘Blue Mist’ makes its second UK tour stop after a sold out 2023 Royal Court premiere. It’s a timely, important piece that shifts the conversation around British South Asian Muslim experience, reclaiming and rehumanising the narrative. Already strong, with a few tweaks it could be exceptional.

Disillusioned J has almost given up on his dream of becoming a journalist – until his brothers from other mothers, Rash and Sif, convince him to enter a prestigious competition with a pitch on shisha safe spaces. When he wins, it feels like his big break – until producers insist on a more “honest” narrative. Will J break the cycle or become part of it?

Mohamed-Zain Dada’s script radiates humanity, centring three young Muslim men who love, tease and support each other despite their differences. Their care for their community feels lived in, as do the dialogue and cultural references. It’s also wickedly funny. The surreal streak mostly works, though the Daft Punk heads and Disneyfied vocal detour feel like bigger leaps of logic. However the play’s textured, joyfully complex portrayal of British Muslim life deserves celebration.

Milli Bhatia’s direction draws out the trio’s bond with wholesome clarity. The epitome of brothers-from-other-mothers, their easy warmth creates some deeply human moments – like discussing Rash’s plan for an aunties-only safe space. The contrasting surrealist angle adds contemporary bite, though tonal shifts could sometimes use finessing – the sing-songy ‘A Spoonful of Muslim’ feels like a leap, and though the ceiling closing in is a powerful metaphor, keeping it shut leaves the world harder to read. Similarly, more static scenes could do with clearer contextual cues. Still, it’s a distinctive and compelling directorial voice.

Theophilus O. Bailey’s movement direction really shines, opening with a gorgeous, ballet esque tableau of male grace before shifting into a slick mix of styles. The movement sits naturally within scenes – though some are overly static – and there’s comical contrast through Fiona and Mike, as well as punchy, modern transition sequences.

Tomás Palmer’s design is stunning, with sunken shisha lounge and neon lighting. Different levels create striking visuals – especially the trio rising from the blue mist. The lowered ceiling adds boxing ring tension, though makes other scenes trickier to interpret. Elliot Griggs’ lighting is narrative and artistic, guiding the story with subtle pulses, and heightening the drama with sharper bursts and contrasts. Elena Peña’s sound brims with youthful swagger, though occasionally a little too loudly. The costumes add Western and South Asian flair.

Omar Bynon gives Jihad conflicted weight, played with conviction even if the climactic scene could use a touch more grounding. Azan Ahmed meets the material with striking honesty, delivering an endearing Rashid who’s genuinely trying to change after a teenage mistake. Kashif Ghole’s Asif nails the comedy, while admitting he doesn’t have all the answers and letting us in on his heartbreak. Sanjeev Bhaskar lends his voice as Chunky, full of life and warmth even in absence.

‘Blue Mist’ bursts with life and complexity, sharpened by a refreshingly surreal edge. It’s a sharply drawn portrait of humanity that will resonate widely. Make sure you catch it on tour!



BLUE MIST

Stratford East

Reviewed on 11th July 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Ali Wright


 

 

 

 

Blue Mist

Blue Mist

Blue Mist

RADIANT BOY

★★½

Southwark Playhouse Borough

RADIANT BOY

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★½

“There are some neat, if underplayed, genre twists.”

In its own publicity, Radiant Boy was described by one cast member as “a queer coming-of-age meets The Exorcist via A Taste of Honey”.

That’s a tall order, cramming in a range of genres into a tight turn-around play. It also foresees the fault lines.

It’s 1983. After an unexplained episode at a music academy in London, trainee vocalist Russell (Stuart Thompson) abruptly leaves and returns to his childhood home in a post-industrial town in the North East. Awaiting him is Maud (Wendy Nottingham), his judgmental, curtain-twitching, pass-ag mother.

“It’s happening again,” he announces on his return.

Temperatures drop, bulbs crackle and fail, and he speaks with knowledge of events he’s never witnessed. There is even the suggestion of stigmata.

Maud turns to a priest named Father Miller (Ben Allen), who practises a fringe spiritual therapy he calls psychodivinity.

The substance of the play, therefore, is a series of probing sessions, rituals and cleansings, during which some of the truth behind Russell’s breakdown begins to emerge, including an intense bond he shared with another student, Steph (Renée Lamb), who prowls outside.

Here’s the problem.

There is no menace or atmosphere. Consequently, the cast suffers from a lack of conviction in the material.

The spirit (whose occupation of Russell is never fully explained) is that of Steph, the live-wire, fast-gabbing dancing queen. She is an absolute blast. So what Russell brings home is a friend from school, and the demonic possession is a playdate.

The priest is less an exorcist warring against the forces of evil than a plumber clearing a stubborn blockage in the downpipe.

The acting is technically great – Stuart Thompson as Russell is solid as a moody young man with mummy issues; Nottingham is suitably waspish and disappointed – but the production, under Júlia Levai’s underpowered direction, runs at a perpetual simmer when what is required is some welly, some oomph, some sense of true abyss-staring jeopardy.

Other minor horrors are suggested but never explored or resolved: Father Miller may have malign intentions or Russell’s homosexuality might be a factor. (Much is made of Russell’s queer identity in the programme notes, less so in the actual play.) The folkloric ghost of a young boy in the neighbourhood is raised then dumped. Religion and the nature of evil is surprisingly absent as key talking points.

The staging doesn’t help. The front room that is the centre of the action is initially shrouded in net curtains which are thankfully removed. However, the stanchions remain, and the audience feels fenced off from the actors. As a result, the lingering artificial cube of a set manages to be both too big and too insular at the same time.

There is, at the heart of the story, an intriguing idea. There are some neat, if underplayed, genre twists. Nancy Netherwood is a writer with huge potential, and she produces a script that is crisp, elegant and technically adept. But the play is ambivalent about its subject matter, too prissy to roll up its sleeves and state its case.

In short, the production is haunted by the ghost of the spectacle it might have been.



RADIANT BOY

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 23rd May 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Olivia Spencer

 

 


 

 

Last ten shows reviewed at Southwark Playhouse venues:

SUPERSONIC MAN | ★★★★ | April 2025
MIDNIGHT COWBOY | ★★ | April 2025
WILKO | ★★★ | March 2025
SON OF A BITCH | ★★★★ | February 2025
SCISSORHANDZ | ★★★ | January 2025
CANNED GOODS | ★★★ | January 2025
THE MASSIVE TRAGEDY OF MADAME BOVARY | ★★★ | December 2024
THE HAPPIEST MAN ON EARTH | ★★★★★ | November 2024
[TITLE OF SHOW] | ★★★ | November 2024
THE UNGODLY | ★★★ | October 2024

 

 

RADIANT BOY

RADIANT BOY

RADIANT BOY