An odyssey of pain, blood, love and loss.
An unreal journey through two disturbed minds, and the unfolding events leading up to the self crucifixtion of their father in the front room. Enter the insane world of siblings Michael and Michelle. Debris is a depraved vision of an alien world seen through their eyes.
Debris was developed whilst Kelly was on attachment at the National Theatre Studio. A production by the Latchmere Theatre opened at Battersea Arts Centre in March 2004.
"Dennis Kelly's often hilarious, bizarre two-hander proves he's a name to watch." Time Out
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