There are laughs to be had in this erratic comedy of Catholicism, but they offer no sanctuary to a script in urgent need of salvation. Set in a Catholic girls’ school in 1950s London, this should be a comedic critique of the church’s sometimes cruel, always doctrinal role in education, but Mary O’Malley’s 30 year old play has not aged well. Relying on crude Irish stereotypes to get its laughs and on bland teen dilemmas for drama, it produces a few of the former and none of the latter. It is gamely staged by an energetic cast, but this production is uncertain whether it wants to be ribald farce or coming of age comedy. In the end, it’s neither.
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