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No country for old women: Old Ladies - at Finborough Theatre

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The day after seeing The Old Ladies at the Finborough Theatre , I was describing the play to someone in great detail: about three old ladies who lived in a rickety house in southern England in 1935. Based on Hugh Walpole’s novel and adapted by Rodney Ackland, it is the sort of story with enough believability, humour and mild thriller to stick in your mind. Perhaps it is the lure of this dark, forboding tale of a life without money, to be alone and to be old, that makes you feel attracted to this poverty porn. But then again, given the state of the world, the cost of living, an ageing population, or just the fact that it’s a dog-eat-dog world, it might as well be an every little old lady-for-herself, too. It’s a well-acted and staged piece that moves at a brisk pace, so there isn’t much time to think about it too much. And in the intimate (or should that be claustrophobic?) space of the Finborough, there’s nowhere to avert your eyes. Even if you wanted to.  The scene is a grim Cathe...

Dad Jokes: Dead Dad Dog @finborough


So what happens if your dad returns from the dead to haunt you for fun in mid-eighties Edinburgh? The first London production of Dead Dad Dog in 35 years shows that new ideas of the past just become the old things of the present. It’s an amusing concept made enjoyable by the likeable leads in the piece. Written by John McKay, who would go on to find fame in television and film, it’s currently playing at the Finborough Theatre

Due to cast illness, the second half of this show, Sunny Boy, has not gone ahead. It’s a shame, as the second half was a sequel to the piece set in Glasgow in 2023. And so, while we miss the update, we can enjoy the eighties in all its glory and marvel at the fashion, thinking, and the fascinating possibility that if you died in the early seventies, you would never know who Margaret Thatcher was. 


The premise is that young man Eck (Angus Miller) is getting ready for an interview for the BBC in Edinburgh when his father, Willie (Liam Brennan), appears. The only problem is that he’s been dead for years. And he’s not a ghost, either. Everyone can see him, and some unknown force field ensures they are kept within a few feet of each other. And so there they are, stuck with each other as he goes to an interview, goes on a date and tries to have a bath. 

Part of the appeal to the piece is that while most sons probably don’t hate their fathers, they are probably not keen on spending much time around them, either. Whether it’s due to the clothes they wear, what they drink, think or joke about, it’s all from another time and place. 

Miller and Brennan have fun with the premise, making it fascinating and fun to watch. They also play off the audience if you give them the opportunity, so be careful if you stand out for any reason.

Directed by Liz Carruthers, Dead Dad Dog continues at the Finborough Theatre until 28 October. It then has a short run at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh in November. 

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Photos: production photos



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