WESTERN DAILY PRESS, November 4, 1999
Glorious non-PC mayhem at coal face
Tobacco Factory, Bristol: The Price Of Meat
THIS is a play about what became of the brave Yorkshire miners' wives who supported their men at the strike.
Ah, you think, a right-on feminist tract about sisterhood and empowerment. But everything about this wonderful riot of a play confounds your expectations.
The author is a man, and an Italian to boot, and there is no sisterhood among these women, who have been living in poverty ever since the strike.
They unite only to relish, like vultures, the disintegration of the Jackson family.
The play reminds you of Joe Orton crossed with Dario Fo; a dotty black comedy that is a million miles away from Coronation Street. The cast, headed by Flip Webster as the mother, AmandaHorlock and Sophie Troll as the daughters, plus five other women playing several roles each, rejoice in wicked thumbnail sketches and director Jayne Chard controls the mayhem very skilfully to create an evening of glorious political incorrectness. Helen Reid
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