Advanced bizarro allegorical folk horror - weaves Metropolis and The Tempest together with frantically crossing layers of scientific and religious discourse spanning centuries. Feels borderline inscrutable, but far from incoherent - no earthly idea how Rudkin reaches these connections, but it moves towards a more ambitious, symbolic theatre in ways that can be clearly related to Artaud and Genet, while still having a very, very clearly defined autuerist voice in itself.
In this play Rudkin fails to communicate with his audience. No human being speaks the way his characters do. I do not understand how he managed to take this play to the theatre. His other plays are different and better than this one. I wont rate this play. No stars. Sorry Rudkin.