Crikey. This is good. Skin A Cat is an aggressively honest, often hilarious, sometimes shocking look at sex. It chronicles Alana's journey from her first period through to her mid-twenties, taking in bad porn, needy boyfriends, friendly gynaecologists and a whole lot more, which to divulge would take away some of what gives this play its jackhammer impact.
Sometimes there is a play written that you have to take a moment with, to judge as theatrical perfection. This is Skin A Cat, with brilliant work from writer Isley Lynn. Bold, compelling and relevant, her script, with a note telling us this is "unashamedly autobiographical", feels profoundly of-the-moment. It is stingingly funny, with several moments that ring so true to my experience of growing up that it was unnerving. Sex is hard, and art, culture and society rarely reflect this. This central truth gives the writing its brilliance, with the production built around it enhancing its deeply human story. The direction is, for the most part, subtle, wisely centring proceedings around an imposing bed that inhabits much of the stage. This play deals with sex, but keeps these entanglements focused on the experience the central character is going through. Every choice feels made to enhance the telling of Alana's story.
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Skin A Cat is as brutal as it is necessary, an 80 minute heart-breaking, life-affirming, nerve-shredding drama. I feel this play needs the widest, largest platform for audiences to see it, as it exposes a side of sex rarely portrayed. For