Ding Dong the Wicked

'An intriguing work, with an underlying atmosphere of unease and menace reminiscent of Pinter... it nags away in the memory long after you have left the theatre'

'The best short play since Harold Pinter's Mountain Language'

'A nationalist epic in shorthand... the play kicks in and detonates slowly inside your skull as you leave the building'

'As always Churchill seems inventive, coolly socialist, bleak yet dazzling, a bit of a shaman'

'Churchill implies that all societies today seethe with a paranoia that turns every knock at the door into a threat, and that we all-too-easily translate our private rage into public violence. She also comes up with some graphically concrete images: a dog dead in the road, a child locked in a room, anger at "ugly little houses right in the middle of the view"'

'As ever, Churchill's mastery of language is key... Ding Dong borders on the harrowing...but it also has a streak of black humour a mile wide.'