As writer Ali Taylor rightly begins his programme notes, ‘there are thousands of Cathys in this country’ – we can only hope that, to its audiences, this play will be the impetus to help them.
This production’s look is over-the-top and blatantly kitsch – the sorority house screams Polly Pocket whilst the looming bookcases of Harvard have a distinct faux-Harry Potter feel.
Lette works in plugs. His life seems normal – he is happily married, and doing well in his firm. But then he is told that he may not present a new product at a convention because his face is ‘unacceptable’. It turns out that Lette’s visage is unspeakably ugly, and no one ever told him.