theSpace @ Surgeons Hall – Theatre 1

 Aug 9-12, 14-19 (18:35)

Non Licet Omnibus Adire Corinthum

Amy Nic’s One Week in Magaluf is a sheer delight! I really lov’d the fact that its form’d by pure feminine energy, no men involv’d anywhere, both on stage & behind, which really does create a welcoming & vibe-nurturing buzz.

This earthy funball of joviality is also an aesthetic treat, lots of costume changes & visual gags. This fly-on-the-wall account involves a lassies trip to Magaluf; four twenty-somethings returning to the island for another bout of sunshine & sexual chicanery. Thing is, this time, life-changes back in Britain will now be affecting the holiday, which starts to crack & divided into fractious fractions.

Luckily for us, the play is just downright hilarious, really well written, while beautifully sung & choreographised rewrites of famous pop songs keep the show hurtling along at a fast pace. Scenes vary as we follow the adventures & misadventures of our little group, from hotel room to beach to bangin’ bar. Among the multitudinous lines of snip-snappy dialogue, my favorite was the metaphor of being a sea-turtle, swimming the seas of life – alone & iron-clad – absolute poetry!

“Someone remind me to get more condoms, I can’t afford to get as much chlamydia as last time”

Each actress performs their role consummately, while especial praise should be given to the writer & director Amy Nic herself, who pulls off several characters, whose best is Julio, who was an actual Commedia dell’arte avatarial improvement upon Benidorm’s Solana barman, Mateo Castellanos. Come the mature resolutions at the ending, I even had a tear or two bubbling up, for One Week in Magaluf had the brilliance of connecting its characters to our own selves, so universal is its humanity, so engaging is its delivery.

Damo