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‘Naked Truth’ at The Welwyn Civic Centre | Review

I knew nothing about the production, so I did not know what to expect. On entering the space, we heard the constant sound of newsreaders broadcasting gruesome news of corpses being discovered and a live broadcast from newsreader Luzan Dickinson. The lights went down, then two characters appeared in front of the stage with the politician (James Talbot) pleading with the man calling himself the magician (Neil Harrison) to calm it down ‘Naked Truth’ by Johnny Tait.and stop the killings of the reality show participants. It seemed like Naked Truth was a gruesome drama. Then within minutes of curtain up the entire auditorium was filled with laughter. The clash of personalities in the reality TV household was hilarious. Sapphire Shoferpoor showed true professionalism in her portrayal of pretentious Elizabeth. The author Johnny Tait plays the role of a ‘has-been’ comedian telling the tales of the demise of his career (I suspect the character was partly-based on himself) Clashing with Trevor the bungling Traffic Warden, performed most uniquely by Gary Nickels a retired boxer. The banter between the gruesome twosome was truly hilarious. The laughter ended when each of the characters were forced to reveal their deepest darkest secrets. When sweet Alice (Jessica Ivy) revealed her hidden past, I shuddered. As the tears were streaming down her face, I felt a cold shiver down my spine, you could have heard a pin drop as the entire audience were stunned into silence, when the tall leggy assassin (Zuza Tehanu) choked poor Alice.

The script was truly original, never before have I witnessed something so funny, turn so quickly into a tragedy.

After the well-deserved curtain call with some of the audience on their feet, Tait informed us that the show would be moving to the Sir Ian McKellen Theatre Edinburgh.

I am sure this international, diverse cast will make Naked Truth the pick of the fringe.

Review by Chelsea Patel

Opened to critical acclaim in London’s West End and adapted from the novel of the same name by Johnny Tait, this is an extreme satire on false-celebrity culture. Not for the easily offended. A deep, dark rollercoaster ride.



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