I like Daniel MacIvor’s plays and was looking forward to this one. There was a good cast, with many of my favourites like Bethany Jillard, Maggy Huculak, David Storch and Maria Vacratsis. But some things just did not click.
The first act was annoying. Characters, mostly drunk, yell at each other, often repeating whatever the theory has said. This may be an accurate reflection of reality, but it was irritating to watch.
Things picked up in the second act, where people began to talk to each other instead of screaming. And as the surprising conclusion emerged, I was reminded that if you mention two phones in the first act and emphasis stolen earrings, then just like the gun, they had better have some significance. They did. The end of the play was good; the surprise was there, but somehow I felt that it had been sprung on me instead of being a logical evolution of the plot. In some ways, the plot was backwards. Mysteries often reveal the murderer up front and then work through the why. In this case, we did not know that the murder had happened so we got who and why and what all at the same time. It was disconcerting and vaguely unsatisfying.