Gibby is back in town, a year after he went Awol from the small business he set up with his mates, Fred and Stew. So there is some catching up to do, a celebratory supper to be cooked by Fred, Fife's self-styled King of the Wok and a lot of recreational drugs to be consumed. The drugs are all to hand as this entrepreneurial trio are drug dealers.
Most drugs-related plays have Tarantino undertones, but Martin J Taylor takes a different tack. Gibby, Fred and Stew are not monsters, just three nice, not very together blokes trying to make something better of themselves. The chat and backchat is winningly done.
The trouble is that although East Coast Chicken Supper is ample evidence that Taylor can write, it offers very little evidence that he can write a play. It is full of brilliant, entertaining dialogue, but it is devoid of structure and is clueless about where it is going. It just peters out. I blame the Traverse, who do Taylor and his obvious promise no favours by exposing him this way. Great performances from the three lads help paper the cracks, but the flaws outweigh the fun.
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