Brash, rude, tongue-in-cheek banter and a display of appalling human behaviour dictated Laura Wade’s twisted masterpiece, Posh.
With audacity and extreme bravado, the play whipped the audience at Nottingham Playhouse into a frenzy of laughs, gasps and tuts.
It’s all about boys behaving badly: in this case an elite group of pure bred toffs, the Riot Club, who meet in a rural gastropub with the sole aim of getting totally “chateaued” and trashing the premises for fun.
But when their plans begin to go awry and the club isn’t getting its own way, tempers begin to rise.
It became clear at the end of the first act that what had started out as a funny play hinged on satire, was becoming darker and darker with each flippant line of dialogue and each outlandish gesture.
This vulgarity built to a crescendo, during the second act, when the play ceased to be funny at all.
Sitting by and watching the boys’ destructive rampage, before they mercilessly took their fun way too far, meant there was no longer room for laughter.
A combination of this embarrassment, shame and disbelief meant that Posh was, at times, difficult to watch.
But all in all, the peformance was so satisfyingly disturbing that you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
Posh continues at Nottingham Playhouse until February 28.