
This is cabaret of the kitsch, nostalgic and crass, telling small stories that together make up a funny and delightfully original show.

The problem I found with The Nightwatchman is that it is so self-consciously beautiful it's bloodless.

A Jew and a German explore the legacy of the Holocaust. It is a convergence that is rife with personal and political tension, the cultural legacy of atrocity and guilt through historical implication.


Screwdrivers. Broken glass. Nights in hospital. Parents begging their children to return home.

A silence permeates the audience that is as deep as the blackout which surrounds us. Slowly a figure is revealed - but not the whole figure, a mere head floating in a void of space.