Oliver Driver, Rima Te Wiata and a dozen other actors aren't allowed to read this review. They are yet to act in this Silo production, and they are to arrive on stage alone, for one night only each, without any prior knowledge of the slim, intriguing 70-minute script.
They only know to prepare an ostrich impersonation (Mia Blake, on opening night, raised the bird bar extremely high).
The frisson of live theatre is that anything could happen; White Rabbit, Red Rabbit augments it on Sean Lynch's suitably bare and brightly lit set by delivering a performer who does not even know what is supposed to happen.
We sympathise; audience participation adds to the possibilities. The veneer over possible chaos is very thin indeed.
Or is it? One of the themes of this direct, interactive theatrical lecture/allegorical storytelling session is our will to obedience, even in an ostensibly unconventional (but fringe on-trend) theatrical event.