“Aren’t some people just deadly?” – this can be said about writer and performer, Clare Dunne. Who is in fact, deadly.
Sure Look It, Fuck It introduces us to Missy, a Dublin girl in her twenties, who has returned home from New York. We follow her desperate inner monologue as she laments unimpressive CVs and her insatiable thirst for something better.
Missy has no job and no money. Her boring life is disguised by Instagram filters and catchy hashtags. As she traipses the streets of Dublin on a misery-fuelled binge, she expresses her fear of being just ordinary. A splash of MDMA and an existential crisis later, Missy finds herself slumped on the top of a crane watching Dublin from above and realises that maybe this is enough. Maybe Dublin is enough. Maybe you need to say ‘sure look it, fuck it’ – and hope that it all works out in the end. There is no shortage of Dublin monologues on the Irish stage, but Sure Look it, Fuck it is far from a carbon copy. Clare Dunne embraces this popular form, injecting it with a fresh new energy. Her poetic ramblings are both powerful and beautiful – both heavy and light – offering you a taste of despair with a mouthful of humour.