After the Bomb

Impressively energetic, this hotchpotch of a play written and directed by Nicholas Moran is too ambitious; styles clash and weaken an already ambiguous plot.  

Within the general outline there are various subplots interwoven with far fetched romantic liaisons, that include a carnivorous alien disguised as a nanny who is discovering earth and a ‘toaster loving man’s’ odyssey. These narratives are not in sync, turning a play that has the potential to be superbly absurd, into a performance that is incoherent and confusing. 

Despite some convincing portrayals, the pace of the performance prevents those actors with multiple roles from creating distinct characters. This only adds further to the chaotic structure and narrative action. After the Bomb is delivered with vigour by a clearly enthusiastic group of actors.

Connecting aliens with Soviets could generate great satire in depicting relations between east and west; but here it fails to make any concise point.