Depression and dirty underwear, dance and desire collide and explode messily across the stage in this early play by American playwright Clare Barron whose Dance Nation, seen at the Almeida last year, was such a glorious, free-flying, free-falling thing. This may not quite have the surprise impact, plaited intricacies or adolescent shimmer of that later more accomplished play, but it offers a similar illicit thrill of glimpsing something about female experience that is so often kept hidden away in a box as if it is a dirty secret.
“We must be the women of the future standing here in this bathroom because we look like sex and power, we look like sex and power, and you don’t even know it, standing there in that motherfucking pantsuit.” Jeanine is determined to improve her life. With sex. With dance. With new hobbies, like horticulture. But self-improvement is hard. Reclaiming your dreams is hard. And personal hygiene is really, really hard. A new show from writer Clare Barron (★★★★★ Dance Nation, Almeida) and director Jay Miller (★★★★★ This Beautiful Future, ★★★★★ The Crucible).