SKINNYFEST 3 - '(I am) nobody's lunch'

American political satire is popular in these turbulent times. Michael Moore, beat-poets and hilarious T-shirts all tell us how bad America is, and all the nasty stuff it's up to. (I am) nobody's lunch takes this diseased American climate - a culture where truth is elusive, where all media is propaganda - and treats you to a kooky slice of musical theatre. Performed in the style of a cabaret show, the play is a series of answers to (unheard) questions on the topic of how much we know, and whether or not we really know what's going on in our world.

The initial reaction to Steven Cosson's cornucopia of monologues is that of confusion. Numerous viewpoints (some with clearly political agendas, others dealing more obliquely with ideas such as absolute truth) are voiced in the style of a modernist poem - it's like Jon Stewart and T.S Eliot hooked up for some brandies and a spot of scriptwriting. Important examples of current propaganda, such as the Jessica Lynch affair, are handled badly, whilst the opinions of a man possessed by an alien seem redundant to say the least. A play about the pursuit of truth would benefit hugely from the presence of a cohesive theme - something that requires more than just quirky vocals and some neat dance routines.