"Traffic" is an altogether murkier affair, a frightening portrayal of what goes on inside the mind of an early-bird commuter who's effectively shut love out of his life. Preferring prostitutes and porn, things go horribly wrong when he falls for one of his whores and all his latent hatred comes out kicking, screaming and worse. There is no redemption on offer here, just hard-boiled backstreet machismo. You can almost smell the after-shave and king-size filter tips. It's the terror, though, that lingers.
Andrew Stanson performs both pieces with confidence and poise, and with Richard Hope already picked up for a full-length work at the West Yorkshire Playhouse, you'd better catch these formative works while you can.
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