With only two performances to go, you need to act fast if you want to see a great show in London. Dwina Gibb’s farce ‘The Last Confession’ follows the time-honoured structure of a farce with frequent exits and entrances, cases of mistaken identity, asides to the audience, and delicious climaxes of tension as everything is about to go horribly wrong.
The premise is simple but brilliant – a man is dying in bed, he’s afraid of going to hell because he’s been a bad boy, but absolution from a priest isn’t an option because he’s been influenced by his family’s Druid ancestry so he believes no other person can give him this. He must do it himself, and the priest suggests he confesses not to him but to everyone he has sinned against, so that they can each forgive him. In that way the ‘truth will set him free’ – he’ll clear his debts before leaving. A perfect set-up for disaster! One by one the locals are called in, like witnesses being called to court. He confesses every manner of misdemeanour, and then miraculously this ‘purging of the soul’ results in him feeling much better. He recovers and now has to face the wrath of those he wronged. Cue a fake death, our man in drag, and a great deal of laughs.
Brilliant stuff – crying out for development into a sitcom that would be as hilarious as ‘Father Ted’. Info and tickets here from Tristan Bates Theatre.