What dreams may come for young Naomi is a matter of which pills, vitamins, sleeping aids and supplements she’s taking that night. With no parents around, and faced with a wave of existential blues, the lonely sixteen-year-old self-medicates and ponders her proper place in the universe. Pills are often a playwright’s gateway into dysfunctional satire — of sex, family, suburbia, you name it — but Stephen Spotswood employs a lighter touch on our receptors. His script, guided by devised work from an eager cast of six and director Ryan Whinnem, floats us through a winking, whimsical play-universe that teases out a series of creation myths — some recognizable, some perhaps not — to keep a lonely girl company. [Read more...]