There’s definitely a place for a comedy about the many and varied adaptations of Strindberg’s Miss Julie. Particularly at the Fringe, where there’s a new version almost every year.
In this amiable romp written by Harry Standjofski and performed by a group of Canadian graduates, we meet a narcissistic director determined to put her own unique stamp on the play and cop off with one of the actors.
The comedy could be sharper and a shift into absurdity towards the end isn’t entirely satisfactory. But there are some engaging performances and a nice energy running through the rattling dialogue.
Written for The Scotsman