The Omnivore recommends…
It could be a commercial hit, worthy of transfer to the West End, maybe even the small screen, but for one problem: her adolescent, demeaning, depressing, self-defeating glee in foul language… Miss Raine uses bad language so promiscuously that the words lose their potency and simply become litter. You expect better from a daughter of intellectual privilege (her father Craig Raine is a poet who taught English at Oxford).
When he went to see her latest production TIGER COUNTRY Letts was pleased to see Miss Raine had acted on his advice:
I have in the past had cause to chide Miss Raine for childish bad language. Here there is again some bad language, but she seems to be growing up. Good.
Thank fuck for that.