What are we, if we’re not our stories?

After the death of their Mother, Sean and Blake have left Ireland. Trapped in a tiny flat in South London, endlessly condemned by their father Dinny to re-create and perform his fictional version of his departure from Cork in the hope of winning the “actors trophy”. They embark on a chaotic, roller-coaster ride of sobering lows and hilarious highs. 

Filled with high-jinx, mischief, sadness, madness, menace, regret and longing, it is a farce in every sense of the word that also explores the dysfunction and brutal loyalty of family.

‘The craziest thing about Enda Walsh’s Walworth Farce is how quickly it starts making sense.’ 
— New York Times