Death of England: Closing Time, National Theatre review - thrillingly and abundantly alive
Triumphant climax to Roy Williams and Clint Dyer’s brilliant tetralogy about race
It’s closing time somewhere in the East End. Nah, not the pub, but at a small local shop. Inside, Denise is banging around with some big pans, while Carly is packing up the flowers. Their business is coming to an end and they are about to hand over the keys to the next tenant.