The Art of Bedfighting takes a whimsical look at how it feels to adjust to an empty house, surrounded by the seeds of a life once sown by two.
Like a silent film from the 1940s, this theatre piece relies on clowning and beautifully performed acoustic songs to show, without telling, the loneliness, boredom, fun and silliness that can come with singledom.
Alia Vryens, of May & Alia Do Things, is charming. Her powerfully-expressive face is able to change the mood quite suddenly and poignantly.
Vryens' silken voice (albeit suffering a little from a throat tickle on the night) really carries the show. She is supported onstage with guitar and recorded sounds by Tim Beresford.
The clowning sections are simple and unpolished. They have a certain charming naivety, but would benefit from tightening up a bit. Absolute props though to a particularly-impressive costume change from bedtime to ballgown.
The messages are deliberatively oblique, so the audience can take from the show whatever they need to. I'm torn on this point. It's great to interpret art in your own way, but this show didn't feel cohesive enough to really bring you along for the ride.
Slow-going but endearing, silly but strong. To the thoroughly sweet and intimate finale, it was a pleasure to get under the sheets with Alia Vryens.