The play reminded me of the Bechdel test, in which at least two women have to talk about something other than a man for a work of fiction to pass. The fact that Bourne Bakery is perennially empty and in wait for a customer feels like an intentional allusion to the café in Fleabag, immediately setting the tone for a play in which women are allowed to be themselves, rather than filtered entirely through the perspective of the male gaze. At one point, the show becomes slightly meta when one of the characters begins to consider what it would be like to write an all-female play that for once is not about the woes of being a domestic housewife pining after a man. Indeed, it is the way that Jurković uses bread to explore big questions about the nature of art that is the biggest strength of Half Baked. Without spoiling the plot, the play takes an unexpected turn satirizing the ongoings of the contemporary art scene. Nina Jurković delights us with a script that is witty, fast-paced and filled with a delicious number of bun-themed puns.
The show itself is centred around the premise of what happens if a bakery gets a cocaine delivery instead of flour. Would COVID guidelines and rushed rehearsal schedules leave the show feeling a little underbaked? Rest assured, the cast and crew all rose to the occasion, delivering what was a hugely enjoyable and entertaining night out.
A recent preview of Half Baked left me a little unsure of what to expect.
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