Benedict Lombe’s play follows a woman whose life story is intertwined with a vast expanse of history.
Beginning with intrigue surrounding a name on a passport, Lombe's debut play soon covers great ground. The central character explores her links with the Congo, South Africa, Ireland and England, allowing "Lava" to expose some stark truths in this comic and exposing drama.
Anthony Simpson-Pike’s kinetic production often feels more like a freeform poetic eruption than a sculpted piece of drama. But Adékoluejo is such a titanic presence she sort of irons out the kinks by charisma alone.
My concern about Lava is that while it airs a valuable life-story that bears the bruises of history, and attests to Lombe’s way with words, it fosters an “us and them” spirit just as we’re all coming out of scarring isolation.