Charged " review
Soho, LondonA writer sits in a drab meeting room, surrounded by female prisoners. Her cheerfulness feels awkward, and barely masks her bewilderment. Not wanting to impose, she doesn't ask the women to tell the reasons for their imprisonment. She encourages them to write stories, bland fantasies of life outside. The writer is hopelessly out of her depth.If the six playwrights behind Charged felt similarly discombobula…