Bush, London: Caroline Horton's latest devised piece is a bloated, grotesque and distended thing. But that's kind of the point. Horton's exploration of tax havens drips; it reeks. It presents its audience with a world of excess and greed and absurdity, set in a kind of abandoned swimming pool of the mind in which Horton's crimson-lipped, grinning Mary resides with her fellow deities. Theirs is a …
SOURCE: The Stage at 06:06AM on January 20, 2015