An interesting couple of hours in the Theatre Arena, which is already running nearly an hour behind schedule (I ran into a friend who’s performing with Tristan Bates Theatre in the late slot and they weren’t on until after 2am last night!).
Paines Plough, now a Latitude staple, are this year presenting Traces, written by six young writers on its Future Perfect scheme for nurturing new talent. Loosely held together by the story of Liane, a celebrity haunted by the suicide of her father, it takes place over the course of a day as we encounter, through a series of short scenes, a collection of disparate characters facing various emotional blockages.

Although at times the dialogue sounds like that of a bad soap opera, there are definite traces of talent here. The young cast work confidently with material that isn’t in truth well suited to the noisy environs of Latitude. Intitmate character studies never do tend to work well in large tented arenas, particularly with the distant thuds of the music stage drifting through the trees. But nevertheless, some touch and also laugh-out-loud moments (mostly supplied by a wannabe goth character) ensured the company could leave the stage with heads held high. (more…)