Terminus **** TNT

There’s no way of knowing where Mark O’Rowe’s compelling verse drama will 
lead you as his three protagonists recount their stories in a tense, 
unbroken 100 minutes of unobtrusive rhythm and rhyme.

Isolated on a bleak 
set, bare but for the reflective glass shards which hint at danger and 
other worldliness, A, B and C deliver their monologues which overlap as 
subtly as their lives intertwine on this dark, Dublin night.


A (Olwen Fouere) recognises the voice of a former pupil, now pregnant, on 
the other end of the phone during her shift at the Samaritans and foolishly, 
determinedly goes in search of her.

Catherine Walker’s lonely B fends off
 the attentions of her best friend’s lecherous husband on top of a crane and
 finds herself rescued by a soul sold to Satan who’s in pursuit of his 
corporeal self.

Secretly golden-voiced C (a riveting Declan Conlon) has a
 penchant for Lockets and for murder as he despatches his victims both with 
casual intent and by unhappy accident.


Directed by the playwright himself, it’s a powerful and unusual piece of 
theatre which relishes the evocative potency of language as it moves
 seamlessly from the mundane to the metaphysical, from the comic to the
 macabre, from the brutal to the tender.

Young Vic, The Cut, SE1 8LZ Tube Southwark / Waterloo (0207 922 2922) youngvic.org Till April 16 (£17.50)