Theatre Review: The Prophet of Monto

In two overlapping (and occasionally interacting) monologues, John Paul Murphy‘s The Prophet of Monto tells the story of a relationship gone sour in inner-city Dublin. Through veering tales of pharmacies, gangsters, cakes and clairvoyance, it tackles ideas of wilful blindness to circumstance, and of the tension between the twin desires for escape and comfort. It starts off well. Larry (Michael Mellamphy) in particular has a real storyteller’s swagger and a way with a sly remark, while Zoe (Laoisa Sexton), the object of his kind-of-twin-brother’s affections (it makes sense when you watch it), embodies a fun mix of wide-eyed naivety and cold calculation. The opening monologues are lean, punchy and funny, and you get drawn into the murky world these characters inhabit. If there’s a flaw at this point, it’s that the actors don’t always take full advantage of their own physical presence and of the space afforded them by the … There’s more