Living Spit presents
The Tragedy of
Omlet
Prince of Hen-mark
By Stu McLoughlin (and William Shakespeare)
“O, that this too too solid shell would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew…”
The question of suitability to play the Moody Dane has preoccupied theatre makers for centuries. Scholars have long debated age, physique, gender and temperament - yet all have overlooked the perfect candidate:
an egg.
Enter Omlet, Prince of Hen-mark; Hamlet rehatched; fragile, brooding, on the brink of cracking under the pressure of his own Egg-sistential angst and joined by a full supporting cast of vegetables and assorted foodstuffs - fresh from the fridge and prepared to present Shakespeare’s greatest tragedy as you’ve never seen it before; retold by one man, one egg and a trolley full of comestibles.
But this is no ordinary one man show. With live original music, perishable puppetry, and an overly confident reliance on bad puns, actor Stu Mcloughlin juggles an entire allotment of Shakespearean tragedy whilst trying not to turn his leading man into a leading flan.
Omlet, Prince of Hen-mark is a sumptuous scramble of skillful soliloquising, small-scale suspense and sunny-side-up Shakespearean silliness. A cracking night out, which proves once and for all that…
…something is rotten in the state of Hen-mark.
