It's only a studio flat, but it's home. We have a bathroom, a sofa bed, a little garden, and each other. We’re getting by.
But something is dredging itself from under the flagstones, crawling out of the attic, seeping in from the walls of the house. Maybe it's always been here, and we just didn't want to see.
Salt the Threshold is the story of a couple clinging to normality when everything that was once familiar is redefined in preternatural terms. It starts small: aching shoulders, strange leaks and things that go bump in the night. But before long, it becomes impossible to ignore as their understanding of home disintegrates around them, and they have no idea how to stop it.
Devised by the company for two performers and a puppet, this a play that moves through styles and genres like something sloughing off its skin: part folklore, part kitchen sink drama and part love story, Salt the Threshold is an intimate and urgent exploration of what it means to love someone you don't recognise any more.
Tobi King Bakare and this theatre deserve a shout-out for such a young, diverse audience. There is so much talk about audiences being full of over 60s and why, why can’t theatres get the crowds in to reflect society in general? Well, I’m happy to say that on a rainy Thursday evening, the theatre was completely full.
Caiti Grove on Before I Go in CPT's Spring 2023 season London Theatre Reviews
