venue - a very modern theatre and bar in the swish Regents Place development off Marylebone Road.
The box office assistant was taken aback because the press night was not until the next night and the programmes weren't ready. After some kerfuffle the director, a remarkably calm young woman in a long skirt, produced a cast list.
As it was a hot night we sat out on some steps until the start time. Then we trouped into a black box kitted out with tiered orange seats. A strong odour came from a thick layer of straw that covered the acting area.
It was an odd, an air-freshener smell that reminded me of a bathroom spray called 'Summer Meadows' . It turned out to be a metaphor for sexual morality in seventeenth century Naples. That and the costumes were the best thing about the production . The straw was scattered across the foyer by the time we left. I hope they were less heavy-handed with the air-freshener on the press night.
My review is on the Remote Goat website.