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Stuff Happens

Stuff Happens is a play in which sleeping in the York Theatre of the Seymour Centre is an option taken up by those uninterested in any and all of the proceedings. Of which there are few to even remark upon.

Much talking, movement and noise come up to nothing in the whole. A void experience at the night's end. A night which drags on for hours. Too many and for far too long. Damning though the underlying tone and message on the state and debate on the war on Iraq and forgettable excuse of terrorism, the performances save the play. Stunning and thoroughly entrancing performances at that.

Soon Van - Wednesday, July 27, 2005 - 12:55

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