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"The clever Hydrocracker company, which a couple of years ago imagined Pinter
and torture in the old town hall, now maps Joe Orton brilliantly on to Brighton
Pier. The Erpingham Camp's graphic version of dictatorship (who will get to
ride in the teacup dodgems?) and disaster (the villain plunges from a tottering
tower into the sea) are fearsomely translated. As is Orton's dreadful merriment:
this production bullies its audience into hilarious subjection: some of them have
to make puppies out of balloons; some have to distribute fish and chips; everyone
has to sing along to the star of the evening, a squeeze-box soprano who throbs away
making The Young Ones sound like the national anthem."
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Susannah Clap,
The Observer |