East Coast Chicken Supper, Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh
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Your support makes all the difference.Two of the men, the culinary whizz Fred and mouthy Stew, gnaw away endlessly at the third, Gibby, who apparently disappeared for more than a year. The inconsequential patter meanders on, some funny, some quirky, some relentlessly raw, and parts of it incomprehensible. Fred's celebrity-chef turn, Stew's neuroses and Gibby's secret don't add up to a piece of theatre in this wordy script, despite the strong characterisation and concentrated acting from the three drug-pushers and their bullying pal.
Richard Wilson's deft direction gives the production some edge, and the designer Fiona Watt's detailed house and kitchen convey the drabness of small-town life in Fife. Taylor has loads of promise, his ideas are fertile and his way with words sometimes devastating but he needs to flesh out his lean material.
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