Belfast Boy

This stifling performance by young talent Greg Fossard will make you uneasy as the traumas of a troubled Belfast man’s life unravel. To witness hyperactive dances and skittish impressions descend into horrifying depictions of abuse and suffocating, emotional splintering, is undeniably affecting. We hear that “tangents are a good thing”, and this is an hour full of them. Belfast Boy isn’t a play about the Troubles, about mental health or about being gay: it’s a eulogy to riding the storm; to persevering with the confidence of a Diva.

The rapid fire of Fossard’s spluttering, explosive, compelling monologue expels the air from one’s lungs

Fossard’s Martin is a font of vivacity, all giggles and asides and spontaneous bursts of Madonna. Multiple relations, friends and authority figures are conveyed with aplomb, posh accents over-egged (rightly) and foolish Ulster Volunteer Forces ridiculed. In fact, it’s difficult to empathise with this insightful, yet intentionally reckless, figure at first. But then the laughs give way to a rumbling nucleus of aggression, fear and heartbreak.

Martin’s Mum is depicted with fag in one hand, oxygen in the other (and there’s the most charmingly moving reference to nits). The Dad, absent at first, is recalled at his lowest. Brothers are embroiled in petty - and not-so-petty - crime. Ex-loves aren’t so lovely. It’s soon clear why Martin enters a seedy underbelly of prostitution and drugs.

Every character described by this boy is damaged - and there is never any certain explanation put forward (“it wasn’t anyone’s fault”, Martin ponders about a lost loved one). This production isn’t perfect: lights didn’t always sync perfectly, and Fossard slipped into the wrong voice once or twice. Woods’ script, too, can become a little cliché where songs and the recurring trope of death coalesce. But it is a complex and thoughtful knitting of many harrowing themes (and how fitting is Massive Attack's Teardrop in a most visceral scene).

Belfast Boy is a pioneering piece of theatre, rattled out with machine gun-like intensity. The rapid fire of Fossard’s spluttering, explosive, compelling monologue expels the air from one’s lungs: we become the psychologist who can do nothing but observe with unending intrigue. Martin may no longer feel, but we - undeniably - must, long past the abrupt, tearful close.

Reviews by Oliver Newson

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Perceptual Landscape

Assembly George Square Studios

Jamie MacDonald: Oblivious

Assembly George Square Theatre


Scottish National Portrait Gallery

Lee Miller and Picasso

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Pleasance Courtyard

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The Blurb

Martin Hall is having trouble sleeping. Since fleeing from Belfast, his brothers have fallen in and out with the law, his mother has had her heart broken, and he's struggled with his sexuality. Now he must relive it with a psychologist over one unforgettable hour. Purple Penguin Productions return with their sell-out show to the Edinburgh Fringe from their acclaimed tour of Northern Ireland, London and Finland. Critically acclaimed and winner of both the Award for Outstanding Theatre, and the Stage Award For Acting Excellence, Belfast Boy is a powerful piece of storytelling based on true events.