Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Godot with gags: It’s Headed Straight Towards Us, at Park200, reviewed

Plus: a slick new romcom from Hampstead Theatre

Cerebral thesp Hugh (Sam West), tragic Gary (Rufus Hound) and their runner (the excellent Nenda Neururer) in It’s Headed Straight Towards Us at Park200. Photo: Pamela Raith

It sounds like a barking-mad student sketch but the final product is marinated in wisdom and maturity. It’s Headed Straight Towards Us is a mellow riot of a play. The setting is a rocky glacier in Iceland during the filming of a corny sci-fi movie. Hugh (Sam West) is a cerebral thesp who specialises in playing butlers and high-status toffs.

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