Oedipussy " review by Lyn Gardner

Royal and Derngate, NorthamptonThere is a brilliant moment at the end of Spymonkey's spoof, an evening which proves that in every tragedy there is a comedy trying to get out. Jocasta is dead by her own hand, Oedipus is blinded and bleeding. The company sit facing the audience on a row of chairs over a pool of fake blood. They look sweaty, broken and blank. Then the Eels' It's a Motherfucker begins to play. You don't …

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