Mike Street plays devoted husband Harry to wife Pearl, played by director Mrs Street no less. Their poignant act of desperation raises an uncomfortable issue that gets a head-start on current unfolding politics by mere hours on this particular night.
Paul Keene is Elvis, award-winning travelling salesman who up-ends the manager's aloofness over a couple of beers, with a naive display of pride and dedication. But being the salt of the earth that he is the manager regains his composure and foils back with blunt advice and lurid implications.
Lynn Whiteside, as Janet, and Talia Annear-Koss, as Annabel, go head to head with a slow-building I-know-what-you-did-last-summer encounter.
Janet as old dog teaches Annabel a thing or two about men, and indeed about the two women themselves.
Motel is a work teeming with suspense, and Ms Phillips did not have to look too far for inspiration. As with all good art, she has pilfered the dramas of life to bring this foursome of a play to the stage.
This aspect of familiarity allows the audience to empathise and understand the dynamics going on with the characters and their situations. Not surprisingly, there are no saints in this show.
Review by Aaron Potaka