So, how do you fancy a SURREAL experimental take on the queer working-class immigrant experience in Brexit Britain, set in a dead-end seaside hotel on the Isle of Wight? With reeboks and polar bears?
It‘s political and funny and angry and utterly out-there, and I enjoyed it, despite HUGE reservations going in. And it kind-of made sense too! Unexpected.
Having said all that, I have no idea who I‘d recommend this to!