Villa

“Now our plans must change my husband, the time is too late.  We must cancel our trip to Lesnoe - today we must do what needs to be done and prepare for our avoidance of the fate inflicted upon our son and ensure that we do not end our happy days in similarity of his”

Oliver Bray, Artistic Director of Until Thursday Theatre Company, is performing solo in this new work that based around a Russian family’s tragic story of loss.  Villa is as much about idiotic British naivety as it is pseudo-philosophical wordplay and Chekhov.  Some of you will be implicated, directly.  Some of you will enjoy the story, a bit.  Some of you will be amused, at it.  But know this – I’m on my own, my suit is sharp and someone is going to have to sit in those chairs.

One can only kill starlings for so long

A foray into Eastern Europe that subtly upsets those narrative conventions that we pretend not to be so desperate for.  This work, which tastes a little of Chekhov, smells like a Beckett rip-off and stinks, actually, of empire-building naivety, acknowledges the refusal of any mind not to get it – and we so love getting it.