REVIEW: Poisoner’s Pact - The Bank, Eye
Stuff of Dreams Theatre
Mob caps, music hall, murder, feisty, flighty females – poisoning has never been such fun.
Written by director Cordelia Spence and composer Tim Lane, the show is based on a true case from 1830s East Anglia.
The three actresses seem vengeful fate figures from whom it would be unwise to accept a cup of tea.
Kiara Hawker looks like a prim and pretty Puritan but has the soul of a serpent. They all have accents as Norfolk as dumplings.
Speaking of which we have a cookery lesson, from Joanna Swan, in making them, with flour, suet and arsenic.
The two of them exult in hanky-panky and toxicology.
Their earthy humour and girlish delight is a foil to Jamie-Rose Monk as a burly, accusatory villager.
Murder is seen as an example of good-housekeeping – a notion that must have occurred to many a wife (and husband).