Pius McGrath presents a one-man play about “manhood” from the perspective of three men: the grandfather, terminally ill; the father, at age six-ish; and the son, at twenty-something. Cue a seemingly endless diatribe about the son’s partying and female conquests, as he bemoans the fact that after womanising for years, he has no one to love but the bottom of a vodka bottle. The saving grace is the presentation of the father, as McGrath’s characterisation is clear, deliberate and endearing. Whilst the scenes of childhood are lovely, it unfortunately suggests that childhood is the last time a boy is allowed liberation, before inevitably becoming a dirty-mag-reading lad’s lad.

C nova, until 10 Aug, 10.20pm.
tw rating 2/5 | [Immi Calderwood]