THERE are times during this latest touring show at the Watermill that you are fighting for breath: it moves at such a pace.
Hardboiled: The Fall Of Sam Shadow is a mickey-take of the Raymond Chandler gumshoe genre. It takes the rise out of those “noir” films with bent cops, corrupt businessmen and politicians. The only man standing between them and justice is a down-at-heel, flawed private eye with a penchant for women, whisky and poetic metaphor.
Send-up it may be but there is evident respect for this type of drama and while we laugh at the humour and exaggerated dialogue and marvel at the physicality there is the underlying feeling that maybe we have no choice — what else can we do?
It’s at The Watermill in the same week that an inquiry is announced into all sorts of hideous alleged activities at the highest levels of politics and we are left with the feeling that in the end we are all just dust to be swept away by the powerful.