Who could not love a company of young people who call themselves the Fucking Furious Theatre Company, and who are presenting a play about the role of women in Paris, May 1968, when the city erupted in fury and revolution? The Girls of May is also about the legacy of that failed revolution.
Admittedly, this production, which is based on the poems of Alba de Cespedes and uses original film footage, is rough and ready, almost a shambles in places. It presents a romanticised view of those darling buds of May - the beautiful girls who supposedly defied their mothers, declared themselves orphans and took to the barricades. Well, actually, they didn't: as the show suggests, while their young men made revolution, an awful lot of women simply made love and were then left at home holding the baby. Those babies have since grown up to be the most apolitical generation the world has seen.
What this piece lacks in polish it certainly makes up for in passion, as it celebrates these revolutionaries while blaming them for failing to see the job through. Although the show's real strength is in its sexual politics, it also succeeds in making connections: the piece ends with footage of the commemoration for Carlo Giuliani, who was killed in Genoa at the 2001 G8 summit. This is not good drama, but it is terrific theatre about the theatre of radical politics.
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