There are three distinct modules to Daddies Don‘t Cry. A conversation, a dance and a monologue. One of them is fascinating and beautiful and is sandwiched between two monotone performances that doesn’t do anyone involved any justice. When entering The Loft an impressive stage is there to greet you. It looks like a massive piece of shattered glass, an apt metaphor for the life of the child on which the performance centres. The set ends up being the highlight of the play, and even then felt underused.
