Aimee has an ironically funny line in
Muse on your own “six degrees of ejaculation”, of which the instructions come just over half-way through.
The play is not really about anything. It starts around a table of plastic cups and bottles and finishes around a table of plastic cups and bottles. In between, it appears that Sophie is with George who possibly had a fling with Aimee who is now with John, but when George kisses Aimee there is the suggestion that she might be regretting her decision. I think. What happened or is currently taking place in any of these depthless relationships is not revealed. In the meantime, “the boring old queen” is entertaining everyone with a measured degree of campness, wit and reminiscences of shags.
Effectively playing drunk on stage is very difficult, even for a short burst. If a play requires the whole cast to be drunk for its entirety, it becomes well nigh impossible to sustain. The consolation in Savage is that the drunkenness isn’t overplayed and the lines aren’t lost; on the contrary, our reveling students often seem completely sober with only questions like “Are you drunk?” reminding us of the inebriated state they should be in.
We are promised in some early lines that, unlike a normal night’s party, this particular bash is going to be “savage”. How sad for them; for if this is the best bender they can muster they must have really dull social lives. Should you decide to see Savage, there are some shots of humour that raise the odd laugh, though you could always pass your time doing the “f” word count (as it’s another one of those plays). Or you could muse on your own “six degrees of ejaculation”, of which the instructions come just over half-way through.
