If God exists, then He is surely mad. Just look at Big God, stumbling around Soho looking for the ends of his sentences, and for his daughter, Clem, Goddess of Love. Clem was ousted from Heaven for failing to forgive the New God who dumped her; now she has latched on to a reality TV star, Natty, who dumps all over everyone. If the gods are lost and incoherent, what hope for Soho, with its coked-up media goons and self-hating celebs?
The two most grounded inhabitants of this play, Edwardo and Teresa, both sleep on the streets. This is not an accidental irony.
‘The God of Soho’ is that rarity, new writing that actually works well in the Globe (in fact, some of its digs at Shakespeare won’t be as funny anywhere else). This is because playwright Chris Hannan dresses a serious question – how to break age-old patterns of belief or behaviour yet retain our sense of self – in sharp suits, salty language and carnival chaos – from the cross-dressing Dog Goddess to Natty’s bravura rendition of her anthem, ‘I Am Shit’, during her mother’s funeral.
The casting is superb – Phil Daniels was born to play a toga- and leather-clad uber-God with a crumbling mind – and it’s clear that director Raz Shaw, an ex-gambling addict, knows a thing or two about toxic patterns of behaviour. Best of all, though, is Hannan’s writing, which is dense, beautiful and shit-spattered – rather like Soho.
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I am amazed. I think people need to look beyond their nose and open their arms to proper thought provoking theatre. this is a play rich in irony, and replete with heart and soul. How anyone can say it doesnt have a heart and is boring is incredulous to me. It is a proper examination of humanity and made me laugh and cry in the same split second. The acting was extraordinary especially from the actress who played the homeless sister. The staging in such a difficult space was always surprising as well as beautiful design and music making it the most stunning night i have spent in a theatre this year. I have already booked for the last night. I went not having a clue what to expect and left invigorated and tingling. I have seen every play on at the Globe this year - apart from All's Well That Ends Well - and find this to be head and shoulders the show of the season.
Good to see something original - Only people who lack imagination and an open mind would criticise this progressive play.
It seems like this play it was written by a teenager who thinks occasional swear words and a flash of nudity would are shocking. The only shocking thing about this play is how terrible it is. Characters who are meant to be talentless idiots spout out wannabe Oscar Wild style speeches. The sets are unfathomable and the whole thing is as random as a hat in a fridge. Add to that the terrible acting and you've hot yourself a right howler. If only they did refunds.