She says “Honey you are everything” and he laughs on the inside. I laughed too. He talked about what would happen if he left her. That she’d be ”slashing herself with the bread knife until it’s blunt and [he couldn't] make [his] sandwiches“. I laughed. What does that say about me?
There’s a vixen in a red dress in a club and he’s cheating on his partner with her. If not with her, then certainly with someone else. Lies, deceit and drunken debauchery. This is one night out that you won’t forget in a hurry.
Ad Nauseam is gritty and raw. The male lead, Nick Bendall is sexy. He’s sexy in the way you’d want a man to be if you were going to have an affair and cheat on your husband. 50 minutes worth of intense monologue is delivered so smoothly. Like an espresso martini.
It made me think of the people that I’ve loved, that have loved me and the way that their lives continue, without me. It’s inconceivable. Incomprehensible. This performance illustrates perfectly how two lives that are so completely intertwined can painstakingly disconnect from each other and the explosive consequences.
Ad Nauseam has one show left, 9 pm, March 10 at the Queen’s Theatre.
You’d be mad to miss it.