Reviews
'The eponymous figure at the centre of Douglas Maxwell’s wayward theatrical odyssey is less a hero than a heroic drunk... Yet he has the saintly quality of an innocent who sees only good in the world. Maxwell writes as if under the influence himself, his script a free-associative meander through a mind with a provisional grip on the line between past and present, truth and metaphor... this is a play struggling to forge a fairytale out of life’s disappointments. Maxwell does finally reward us with the “apotheosis” he jokingly promises, but he wades through much bitterness to get there. It makes for a dreamlike play that is awkward and idiosyncratic, funny and fascinating.' The Guardian ★★★★
