Written for The List
For 40 minutes, Blink tingles. Jonah and Sophie’s peculiar relationship tickles like a feather on a foot or champagne bubbles at the back of your throat.
Jonah likes to watch. Sophie needs to be seen. They fall in love from afar, conducting their peculiar romance through a webcam, comfortably detached from the blemishes of reality. As they drift into the virtual, however, both start to crave something more, something real. She shops online just to receive post. He breathes in bacon sandwiches. Then, to Sophie’s delight, Jonah dares to start stalking her. Mutually unacknowledged dates take place at 50 paces.
However, just as they’re about to meet, Phil Porter’s play trips itself up with a sudden unnecessary swerve into cliché. It’s such a shame, because it distorts the ideas he’s handled so exquisitely and shatters the fragile romance spun by Joe Murphy’s nonetheless excellent production. Don’t be put off, though. Blink’s still a real treat. Hannah Clarke’s superb and sensual retro design rubs brilliantly against Porter’s text, and Harry McEntire and Rosie Wyatt are button-cute as the bristling sweethearts.
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