The best thing about this show is the Billy Howles of anguish. And Joseph Rawle plugs the homeless issue. But Richard never gets out of first Gere. But enough puns....
I know what it’s trying to do; it’s trying to be a huge, state of the nation, piece, personified in the individual characters of the dramatis personae; but they are all so thinly written, and their dialogue so stilted and wooden that they might as well be pieces in a sort of game of political Cluedo.
Mercifully, it avoids cliché, but only because it fails to rise even to that level.
I want the three hours of my life I have wasted on this utter dross back!