A painful marriage of a dull script and a misjudged performance, and one that had me in fits of narcolepsy and anger throughout. Concerning the relationship between Callow’s transgendered Pauline and her father, the play recounts a very dull morning spent visiting Tesco – and fails to flesh out any background or context. And Pauline? Flamboyant where she should be feminine, camp where she should be cool, and – in a physical representation of all that is wrong with the performance – fits her belt at her hips and not her waist. A sorry misjudgement of who trans people are.
Tuesday At Tescos is playing at Assembly Hall until August 29th.
Tickets: £20 (£18)