Some Explicit Polaroids, Mark Ravenhill (play)

I saw Mark Ravenhill’s Shopping and Fucking at the Silo some years ago, and really enjoyed it (apart from the nontheatre bit where I had to book 8 tickets from a work phone in a shared office) – it’s a play in which unpleasant things happen to unpleasant people, yes, but it was dynamic and enthusiastic, and the cast (and the script) managed to pull out some amazing moments (it’s a play that’s made me think a lot about the effects of repetition, for instance). So I was keen to see Some Explicit Polaroids, his next play, and although it wasn’t the Silo theatre company, it was still the Silo venue. I have many fond memories of the venue as a theatre space, apart from the bit where the ceilings are way too low, so anything done in the round – which this was – or with the set in the middle involves very bright lights in the audience’s eyeline for the whole play. Oh well.

( Some Explicit Polaroids. )