MR Shacht is a middle aged lawyer, stuck with operator Charlie in a lift which has gone on the blink. His bad luck is that Charlie is a bit psychotic and on the misfit warpath.
They are mysteriously joined by the senior operator, Eddie, who is a transvestite and currently wearing a red dress belonging to Schacht's wife. Things appear to be getting worse.
But that is to reckon without the creative and quite unbridled imagination of Barry McKinley, author of Small Box Psychosis, currently running at Bewley's, Grafton Street, Dublin, at lunchtime. He manages to reconcile the unlikely trio through a revelation of mutual interests, inspired by a few puffs of crack. Fantasy is in the air, and in the ingenious plot.
It all amounts to a new slant on deus ex machina, in a short play that is very funny and, like all good comedy, something more.
Eugene O'Brien, Tom Laidlaw and Patrick David Nolan are hilarious as the night people in an improbable relationship, and are directed by Liam Halligan to good effect in Angie White's set design of a very credible elevator.
All this, plus a light lunch; why resist?
