Review: The Last of the Pelican Daughters at The Pleasance

An amusing family portrait of four sisters struggling with the death of their mother and negotiating how to split their inheritance, but with characters that verge on two-dimensional, the show tends to feel more like a jibe at a random selection of millennial identities than a genuine family dynamic.

The four sisters have come together to celebrate the birthday of their late mother Rosemary Pelican and have returned to the family home for the first time since her death. There is Joy, the middle-class one who loves Waitrose prosecco, Storm, the uptight one who makes power-point presentations and wears cardigans, Sage, the blue-haired lesbian artist (who even wears a top with breasts on underneath her dungarees as if to further flesh out the stereotype), and then Maya the hippie one who wears floaty clothes and loves yoga.

Dramas ensue as Joy tries to buy Maya’s unborn child and Storm has sex with the father of said unborn child whilst on magic mushrooms, but ultimately the sisters come together through impromptu synchronised dances to the record player whenever things get too sad and in a unanimous hatred of Maya’s moronic American hipster boyfriend Dodo. The acting is strong but the jokes fall flat and emotional investment proves harder to come by with characters that feel a little too predictable to be plausible.

The Last of the Pelican Daughters, The Pleasance Courtyard, 31 Jul – 25 Aug, 4.40pm

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