The Collision of Things - Move to Stand, Pleasance, Edinburgh.

There's something hard to get your grip on with the word 'thing'. It's one of those vague words that you use when you don't have anything substantial to get hold of. The set up for 'The Collision of Things' was low key and simple, a man moves into a flat in London, they drink a lot (there is a little too much drunk acting, although there was one moment of highly enjoyable drunken dancing) and chat about life and things and then...
Well, that would probably give it away. There is a sense of absence at both ends of the play; the tracking down of a dead father and attempts at making a new life which hasn't arrived yet. A collision between hopes and dreams and memories and tedious tangible facts, strip lit and littered with plastic water cooler cups. The cast were all sweet natured and engaging, I would hazard a guess they were trained movers and there were some cute moments involving onstage music changing. It felt a little unformed still, a little hazy, gentle in nature, a little bit 'thing' still, I would of liked a little more focus to make the show collide even harder, but still a gentle drifty 'thing' of a show.