"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
A remarkable play about what can happen when we become stuck in the stories we tell about our lives. Visceral and tender, The Walworth Farce combines hilarious moments with shocking realism. Fringe First Award for outstanding new writing on the Edinburgh Festival Fringe It's 11 o'clock in the morning in a council flat on the Walworth Road in London. In two hours' time, as is normal, three Irish men will have consumed six cans of Harp, fifteen crackers with spreadable cheese, ten pink biscuit wafers and one oven-cooked chicken with a strange blue sauce. In two hours' time, as is normal, five people will have been killed. 'An unsettling but exhilarating blend of the hilarious with the horrifying' - Irish Times 'Walsh has outdone himself with a new play more complex, dark and emotionally rich than any of his previous efforts... a theatrical experience that claws at the imagination for days afterwards' - Variety 'if there is a bleaker, funnier or more desperate play in Edinburgh this year, I'll eat my hat' - Guardian 'brilliant and savage... a mind-blowing combination of Marx Brothers madness and exploded Irish cliché' - Scotsman 'Enda Walsh makes his own distinctive stage music in the fury of his writing talent and the irresistible surge of his blatant theatricality' - Independent
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