Should we be able to laugh at a half-naked man, hanging by his feet, covered in his own blood, pleading for his life from his torturer who, open razor in hand, is offering him the choice of whether he should have his right or left nipple sliced off next?
If your answer is yes, you will probably enjoy this Martin McDonagh play. With its setting on the remote Aran islands off the west of Ireland, and its dead cats, multiple murders, mullets and mutilation, this is where Father Ted meets Pulp Fiction.
If larky jokes about whether the Irish National Liberation Army or the Provisional IRA is better at making bombs leave you feeling queasy, or you’re just a cat lover who cannot handle