At first glance, Marx and Sparx are your usual, nondescript security guards working the night shift (no, they don’t work for Marks and Sparks). They are guarding washing machine circuit boards. Whilst not particularly invested in their zero-hour contracts with little pension prospects or security nor guarantees in regard to their employment future, it is clear that they do have much to while away the wee early hours too.
Marx wants to 'do the right thing'. He wants to keep his head down, work his way through his job and as we latterly find out, life and all it encompasses. Slow and steady is his thought process. Sparx is crackling in an energetic way, animated in his responses to the musings that conversation between the pair throws up.
The highlight of this piece for me is the spoken word, with an almost staccato beat. This is where the heart beats. There is truth and integrity that is dished out to the backdrop of the current climate. I found that there was more sense in the beatbox scenes, this is what makes No Milk for the Foxes a standout piece.
I was wary that it may not translate from being live, to being filmed and distributed. I had nothing to fear, there is nothing that is lost in translation. I look forward to being able to see is once theatre is open.
The production is available here.
Review: Kay Johal