‘We can’t help it, we’re changing. We’re not kids anymore. We don’t feel like showing you everything that goes on inside. You’re kept at a distance. We don’t need to find solutions for your problems. We’re gonna have so much fun that it hurts.’
Armed with this phrase and little description, you might be led to predict a contrived performance without clarity or insight. Yet what unfolds speaks of the brutality and exhilaration of breaking through childhood and waking up to a world too crazy to comprehend. Eight teenage characters film their grievances and passions, disappointments and aspirations in a cramped wooden shed centre stage. The live feed, which often will lead you to spaces pertaining to memories, generally keeps you glued to their actions, which, despite the anarchically disobedient and provocative behaviour, surprisingly conceals maturity and wisdom. The real struggle, it seems, is not in wrestling with egotism and hormones, but questioning those accepted norms that let unacceptable societal problems thrive.
These characters are not out of control, it reasons. Not in such a way as the world around them is. If it isn’t the insurmountable pressures of a youth burdened by hurtful mantras spouted from parents and peers mouths, it might just be a rebellion against a valid threat. What unfolds on stage, in the box both real and imaginary which they are contained in, is not just a reflection of a modern struggle against insecurity and isolation. It’s a message, a slap in the face to the tired and uninspired. When once the characters spoke of apathy; purporting powerlessness, out of nowhere comes a passion to escape the seeming inevitability of responsibility and indifference in adulthood. A profound inspiration and rambunctious celebration of youth, brilliantly both directed and performed.
5/5 
Celia Philips
(10 votes, average: 3.30 out of 5)
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