CatwalkNew Wolsey Theatre, Ipswich, until SaturdayA bit peculiar, this one. In the programme notes writer Malita Booker protested that she didn't know anything about fashion.

By James Fraser

Catwalk

New Wolsey Theatre, Ipswich, until Saturday

A bit peculiar, this one.

In the programme notes writer Malita Booker protested that she didn't know anything about fashion. Alas, it showed.

This was the opening night of a fashion show and the prime attraction, black supermodel Salisha has passed out backstage from a suspected overdose.

Despite the pressure of the occasion, the principal players have aeons of time to look continually surly but manage to avoid looking like they actually care. If the actors, who deliver a series of motionless monologues without ever talking to each other, cannot convey the importance of this tragedy, what chance have the audience?

Still, there were a few bright flashes of imagery in the writing (of the theatrical variety), particularly by Salisha's mother, and the dance music, though there is not enough of it, is sure to entertain the yoof crowd. Short enough to see before supper, there's a very tasty recipe for fish head soup.