Review: We Could All Be Perfect
That's the message from Hannah Morley's new pink skyrocket of a play.
As writer and actor Hannah, from Doncaster, says in one interview: "It's all about the link between teenage girls and revolutions, whether those be tiny personal ones or global political ones."
It goes way beyond the film Barbie, subverting the whole notion of pink for a girl.
A funny, intense, somewhat apolocalyptic, even scary journey through girlhood, meeting Greta Thunberg along the way.
Oh, and lots of screaming. Lots.
The outstanding cast - Anshula Bain, Heather Forster, Rosa Hesmondhalgh, Alice Walker, and Jada-Li Warrican - are as diverse as the world, breaking the moulds of conventional social media-orientated looks.
Hannah's fascination with teenage girls and revolutions takes us all over the globe, through time and spaces, past, present and a future written by this generation.
It's put together in almost a stream of consciousness style - mixing thumping music, great dance routines and chaotic scenes threaded together, as Hannah says, just like a teenager's mind.
Love, hate, bullying - and how to save the world from burning.
From stealing a lipstick to a first kiss in the dark or organising a republic uprising in a supermarket.
A strikingly original and unusual set designed by Ruta Irbite sees a tube of white material across the middle of the stage - later used to scrawl on - which splits the audience in two.
Whose side are you on, maybe?
The actors switch characterisation superbly, playing multiple parts of all ages, genders and personalities.
Fast-paced direction by Ruby Clarke, with great lighting and sound, create an other-wordly, dystopic atmosphere.
But at the same time, teenagers giggle as all teenagers giggle.
Though overall quieter than I thought.
Greta Thunberg's appearance - to deliver her final warning speech - shifts the focus to more serious matters, reminding us of the inspiring climate strikes by school students here and around the planet. A perfect piece of theatre and it won't just be teenage girls who love it.
Hope lies with the teens, as Orwell never said.