Griffin Theatre, July 23
Using a plot device made familiar by Alan Ball’s HBO series Six Feet Under, Peta Brady’s Ugly Mugs gives poignant and sharply expressive voice to the dead.
A pathologist wheels in a gurney. Lying on it is a woman (Brady), fully clothed save for a missing boot. As the Doc (Steve Le Marquand) cuts away her clothing and photographs her distinguishing marks - one of which is an image of a phoenix tattooed across her chest - the dead woman, a street prostitute, speaks to him. As the Doc performs his post-mortem examination, the woman ruefully recalls the circumstances of her final trick: the feel of leather car seats, the taste of menthol ciggies and whisky, the smell of Glen 20.
Parallel to this, Brady spins another plot depicting a twilight encounter between a girl with fierce footy skills (Sara West) and a boy (Harry Boland) who makes fumbling attempts to waylay her. As the scene develops, so does a sense of dread, which eventually materialises as the ugliest of all the mugs. For some men out there, any woman is fair game after dark.