The play is at its best when it is at its darkest – when digging into the narrator’s sense of self-loathing, or highlighting how single, childless women can still be made to feel like pariahs. But it resists getting its hands really grubby – from sinking elbow-deep into the muck.
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Eclair-Powell’s script is sharp, but my biggest problem with ‘Harm’ is that its protagonist’s mix of relatable depression and Jagger-ish pizzazz only goes so far in dressing up the fact she becomes a stalker, something Eclair-Powell’s text and Atri Banerjee’s production feels strangely forgiving of.
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[Harm] is a sharp, bracing and extremely online cautionary tale that might just put you off infinite scrolling - at least temporarily.
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The play by Bruntwood Prize-winner Phoebe Eclair-Powell is particularly sharp in its early stages, painting a devastatingly acute picture both of the loneliness of the narrator's existence...
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Phoebe Eclair-Powell’s intoxicating social media drama, starring Kelly Gough as a lonely estate agent, exceeds even the brilliance of the BBC’s recent version.
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Hashtag hypocrisy is laid bare in this new monologue from a blazing theatrical talent.
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Eclair-Powell tells this terrifying tale of extreme loneliness and obsessive self-harm with a beautiful blend of sharp observation and knowing humour.
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