This is where we find the bar, where there’s a lively cabaret act in full swing (here’s a tip: don’t rely on your phone as a method of payment, because you won’t have it, and we couldn’t buy any drinks). Following a diminutive character who is killed and folded into a suitcase, we find a series of movingly detailed domestic scenes – these are the abandoned homes of the destroyed city, where people have fled mid-card game, or mid-laundry hanging. A grand finale comes too soon and leaves us wanting to return another night. And by the time you read this, the Elizabeth Line will be up and running, making the trip to Woolwich a breeze.
Absolutely Reviews Punchdrunk Theatre
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