This is pure Fringe brilliance.
A troupe of young actors, I Must Not Theatre, transport us to another world, in fact, into the inner world of a young John Lennon through a play written in 1968.
This play is based on the poetry and writings of John Lennon, and captures the spirit of fantasy and escapism that we are told he resorted to during his droll upbringing in WW2 England.
Don’t expect linear narrative in this show. Expect, instead, a mindscape, beautifully and playfully crafted, full of colour and movement and absurdism and satire and humour.
In part, this show is nuttier than many Goon scripts and more lunatic than many Monty Python scripts. It is like a hybrid of AA Milne and Rudyard Kipling and Oscar Wilde.
I won’t try to describe the show. I will say, enter with a relaxed, open mind, allow the players to play, and hold on for a disturbingly fun piece of theatre.