Review: Where Do Little Birds Go?

If you’re feeling trapped, would survival outweigh the importance of your freedom?

This weekend, DramaSoc presents a heart-warming representation of Where do Little Birds Go? in the Drama Barn. Directed by Joe Willis, this performance gave the audience an insight into the life of a young woman from the East End of London in the 1960s, desperate to pursue her dreams. With a promenade audience and the use of levels, space, props and description, we immersed ourselves into a dark and intimidating culture.

Being the first one-woman show that I’ve come across, the beautiful and talented Lydia Johnson blessed the audience with an unbroken monologue embodying the headstrong 18-year-old Lucy Fuller. Johnson strung the audience by her little finger, making us laugh and cry in one hour of an incredibly moving performance, with an effective portrayal of other characters, unseen by all except her.

Johnson strung the audience by her little finger

When kidnapped by notorious gangsters, The Kray Twins, Johnson exposed the audience to the darker side of the East End, of prostitution, betrayal and murder. Camilla Whitehill’s writing effectively demonstrated the message of looking deeper within a person through the infantile description of ‘The Mad Axeman’, Frank Mitchell. A merciless and murderous being portrayed in the media was revealed to be less so, and more loving than expected. His delusions and naivety are the cause of his demise.
Whitehill conveys the desperation, the need to escape from the cage called reality, with the consequences of this longing potentially leading to much worse conditions in the future. This performance made me realise that when we lose sight of our dreams, we begin to allow fear of what lies beyond the cage to keep us from that which we used to long for; much like the ‘little bird’, Lucy Fuller.

Where Do Little Birds Go? by Camilla Whitehill and directed by Joe Willis, performing on the 7th of May at 7pm and 8th at 7pm and 9pm at the Drama Barn.

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