Everything. It's an ambitious topic for a 60-minute performance and as the eight-member cast form a menacing line - dressed in pastels, no less - to "confront" the audience with their rapid-fire opening assertions of what The Theory Of Everything is and isn't (nothing to do with Stephen Hawking, maybe everything to do with Google and quantum physics), it's clear they're going to make every minute count.
Amidst a bare-bones set, small costume gestures transform the cast into renowned historical figures reduced to schoolyard squabbling and confused biblical characters. Throughout, there's a competitiveness to prove the meaning and purpose of life, a line of thinking or simply the pondering of an individual, though the joy in the performance comes with way this meets with flippant, colloquial snippets, such as Charles Darwin yelling 'sweet burn' in support of Einstein's relativity spiel. Time, space and the outer reaches of the universe are explored too in this cleverly written production with the aid of a pitch black set and headlamps, and while ultimately the cast admit to failing in their attempt to explain The Theory Of Everything, the possibility of wonder remains delightfully intact.
