Ali (Chris Sainton-Clark) stumbles upon a situation at work involving his best friend Tony. The friends are scientists and work together in a laboratory. Alistair has underestimated his friend and begins to quickly uncover a dark and dangerous side to his life that he could never have imagined and soon regrets discovering.

In his quest for the truth about what Tony is up to, Alistair realises his life is ultimately quite boring and he is stuck in a rut without any direction or way out. He is married to a woman who doesn’t show much warmth towards him and they are grappling with becoming new parents,  life is far from ideal or exciting.

Sainton-Clark performs a diverse range of characters throughout the play with ease, although they all have very different agendas and personalities. The switch between each one is identified by a brief blacked-out where he changes an item or two of clothing.  As each one takes on their persona they describe their part in the storyline, the pieces start to click into place, paths cross, and the truth unfolds.

The Night Ali Died will take you on a journey into dark places on the assumingly quiet and uneventful streets of Norwich, where nothing of anything interesting happens there apparently unless it’s incest relented. Especially not the events that are about to unfold.

As a new piece of theatre, I was incredibly impressed by how polished and finished the performance feels and runs. Sainton-Clark gives an outstanding performance throughout and I mistakenly believed this had been running longer than two nights at Prague Fringe.

For more information about The Night That Ali Died please use the links below.

Four Stars.

https://www.praguefringe.com/programme/the-night-that-ali-died/

https://www.raisingcainproductions.com/

https://www.christophersaintonclark.com/

Ali is wanted dead by a viscous london gangster, yet something possesses him to leave the safety of his witness protection and disappear into the night, leaving his daughter and partner behind. This act triggers a deadly, and bloody domino effect that ricochets through the once sleepy streets of Norwich.