Theatre: Meat Market, Oran Mor, Glasgow

Mary Brennan two stars

CAN you really make laugh-out-loud comedy about selling a bit of your body to the highest bidder? Not all of your body, mind: but a specific organ – in this instance, a kidney. Well, writer Chris Grady, whose comedy background lies in TV and radio sketch-shows and sitcoms, has thrown PC caution to the winds and decided to make organ donation and (illegal) trafficking the basis of his debut play, Meat Market. His first step along the tightrope that stretches across the quicksands of ill-judged humour and questionable use of tragic circumstances takes him, and us, into the realm of internet hook-ups. Flakey, middle-aged Fran (Julie Duncanson) and lean, acerbic Bruce (Robin Laing) have both turned up at an all-night gym. They’re total strangers,it’s 3am – were sexual shenanigans on the cards? When student Alex (Megan Shandley) arrives, the (literal) meat of this encounter is revealed: Alex needs money, she’s advertised a kidney for sale on the net, both Fran and Bruce want to buy it.

Alex will choose the recipient whose story moves her more. When Bruce reveals his Hannibal Lecter tendencies, Grady’s enthusiasm for "noir" toys with bad taste, however Fran’s increasingly ridiculous lies – and the truth of her irresponsible behaviour – leave Alex’s decision hanging on the hook of who will pay more. Part of the problem throughout is that none of the characters are plausible let alone appealing. They’re flimsy constructs for the grey areas of morality that Grady inserts into his determinedly black comedy, such as can money buy anything and everything? What influences waiting lists for transplants? Is profiting at the expense of other’s misery ever justifiable?

Very little of what he wants to say is actually a laughing matter: some sharp ripostes or plain daft antics can’t really change that.

Julie Duncanson (Fran), Robin Laing (Bruce), Megan Shandley (Alex) in Meat Market by Chris Grady at Oran Mor, Glasgow. Picture: Leslie Black