Meat - a comedy, sort of

 “Are you tender, fragile perhaps? Then be warned. The tale that follows contains scenes of murder, betrayal, adultery, bisexuality, fellatio, castration, prostitution, pornography, male, female and vegetable sodomy and at least six varieties of drug abuse... 

Not forgetting the psychological torture, epic battle of sexual wits, nudity, poverty, gambling, corruption, embezzlement, political scandal, cannibalism, necrophilia, organized crime and group sex.”

 Victorian melodrama meets Quentin Tarantino; - at turns clever, witty and gruesome, Meat is a beautiful, bizarre, expedition into the darkest recesses of the human psyche.

 From Cork playwright Neil O’Sullivan (author of Hatch 22, and  Honey, My Head Is On Fire,) comes a spine chilling, gothic tale of sex and death (though not necessarily in that order).