"Patsy Byrne is Dead! (Bitch Eat Bitch)". Pilch
Walking into the Pilch to see Patsy Byrne is Dead! (Bitch Eat Bitch) is like stepping into the biggest dressing-up box in the world. Glitter hangs from every surface, mutely yelling ‘Fame is meaningless tat!’ – a neat summary of this play’s underlying message, that success without talent or hard work is as insignificant and hollow as a swathe of tawdry party decoration. Behind the glittery facade is a blank, featureless wall. This is both the truth and the ever-present fear that stalks the lives of ‘nepo-babies’: those who benefit from well-connected parents. They know they’ve got some talent. But they suspect it might not be enough to bring them the roles and rewards they relish. The evil of theatrical nepotism is not that it heaps fame and fortune on talentless twerps, but that it gently and continuously tips the scales in favour of those who don’t quite deserve it. And while they prosper, more deserving actors live a life of rejection. It's a fascinating moral grey area to ex