Loot - Park Theatre, London

Joe Orton was a writer who dared to speak the unspeakable. He pushed the boundaries of common taste and decency. He tackled subjects others would find repulsive and flaunted the hard facts of everyday life to the masses; facts that people would prefer to sweep under the carpet. If mankind possessed any basic human values, they were thrown away; all classes were corruptible. Moralistic attitudes were daydreams. People in real life don’t have morals; they just try to persuade themselves that they do. They flagrantly despatch messages from their soap boxes of what is right and what is wrong, how we should live a good clean holy life and then they renege on their ramblings with their actions. Actions speak louder than words. You may scoff at the above, but the character Fay in Loot shows this with great aplomb. She sits with her rosary in hand, proclamations coming thick and fast about how the family should behave with respect in front of the dead, yet it becomes clear she has abuse