A property developer on the make, a pair of rural hucksters, a degradation-driven TD and a supporting cast of thieves, punks, hookers and cannibals are thrown together on a Dublin street on the day of the Pope’s visit in 1979. Twenty years on, that street and those characters are barely recognisable, all slicked up and ready for the millennium.
A high-octave, low farce celebration of the special Irish gift for excess. To the question “aren’t we sick of ourselves yet?” Boomtown answers, “we’ll show you the stains.”
