RED
by Chris Fittock

"So, what I really wonder's this, soldier boy: how the hell's you got so much gift in what it takes to kill a woman?"

Red is a remote boy in a removed land, shredded by his war and his lovers Val and Amy - three people savagely in love. It's the unseen, the uncontrollable that is slowly killing them all. A beautifully poetic debut play that trawls around the basis of existence - a refereshingly powerful take on the age-old battle: Love.

First Staged:

Unity Theatre Liverpool, 20-27 May 2006
Citizens' Theatre Glasgow, 31 May-3 June 2006
Theatre 503 London, 13-24 June 2006

Reviews:

�A tremendous, frightening force-field of a 70-minute drama� Fittock�s language is a bold amalgam of peasant speech and bitter poetry, strange enough to lift the action out of the naturalistic norm, yet hard-edged and specific to ache with real human terror� And the final impression is of some primal sexual horror that will not go away; of need that creates hatred, above all between sons and mothers; of tenderness crushed; of women invaded and abused; and of men whose savagery makes them feel strong, but utterly impoverishes them in the end�
- **** - The Scotsman

�Pure animalistic need pulses and throbs throughout Fittock�s chewy text� styled like some undiscovered Greek tragedy�
� The Glasgow Herald

�What is astonishing about Fittock�s hypnotically poetic script is the freshness which he brings to the Oedipus myth. He uses it to bring a real understanding to the way men think about those they love�
� The Stage

�This is the portrait of a man whose soul has been cauterized, leaving him with nothing except the need to torment himself and his lovers� The language is heightened and poetic�
� The Sunday Times

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