This is a play filled with metaphors. Quite what these mean is less obvious. A couple are splitting up, a cat called Kafka is roaming about, Jodie is expecting a tree to arrive to commemorate her father’s death, but when it turns up it’s a withered bunch of sticks.
There are some imaginative uses of physical theatre and a great moveable set made of interconnecting screens, but unfortunately it feels like the concept has taken over from characters.
The fragmented images and ideas might be a comment on grief and loss, but their obscurity makes it difficult to really feel the emotions behind them.
Written for The Scotsman