Theatre review: Thief

Aadaptation of Jean Genet's A Thief's Journal
Aadaptation of Jean Genet's A Thief's Journal
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WHILE theatre ought to make you experience things you’d normally shy away from now and again, there’s something a lot more shocking than the nudity, sodomy, murder and general cycle of abuse our anti-hero, Sailor, is subjected to throughout this hour-long piece.

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And it comes right at the end - a gesture more powerful than anything that went before it. So who is this Sailor exactly?

Just 27 years old and disowned by his prostitute mother, Sailor is a self-abusing pickpocket with a canny knack for poetry; a junkie who often prefers adrenalin to smack running through his veins; a charismatic provocateur who covers his shame with bravado. He’s here to guide us through the seedy ports of his life –a life, we, the audience, may have unknowingly contributed towards.

Not the sort of show you’ll want to take your granny to, Thief is a sublime slice of storytelling. Fronted by Matt Robertson (the new Ewan McGregor?), he’s like a cross between Trainspotting’s Mark Renton and controversial French activist Jean Genet, who inspired the piece.

At times you’ll loathe him, other times you’ll feel sorry for him. But whatever you do, don’t call him a victim, or else you might be his next.

Until 24 August