Shakespeare's Wild Sisters Group, A Room of One's Own, Arts Centre, Thursday In her essay A Room Of One's Own, Virginia Woolf asks what would have happened if Shakespeare had had a sister who shared his genius. Taiwanese experimental group, Shakespeare's Wild Sisters Group, would have us believe that if the Bard had had not one, but 'seven sisters (and some of them were actually boys!)', the world would be getting abstract plays such as their version of A Room Of One's Own. An adaptation of the Woolf essay, this is not. Neither is it any reflection on Shakespeare. The play starts clearly enough with four actors, each holding a prop: a pail, an umbrella, a canister of jelly beans and a toilet brush. In turn, they tell us about 'their room' and how their prop represents it. Ironically - perhaps aptly - the one Hong Kong member of the group finds her 'own room' only when it rains and she opens her umbrella because then it keeps others at a distance. From then on it becomes one blur of confusing activities from a game of charades to a mass suicide - eerie, in the light of last week's cult suicide in the United States. The actors alternated between inscrutable looks, and yelling and screaming, in an over-the-top string of repetitive actions, before ending it all buck-naked, thus achieving their after-life. There were flashes of brilliance, more in the acting than in the imagery of the script. The mass suicide scene, ironically, was the most hysterical, in part due to a wonderful imitation of the Japanese language. The director's decision to tell her story through part-narration and part-acting does not quite work. I felt I was being put on a see-saw that was pivoting wildly in no particular direction. The play is supposed to 'flirt with themes of bisexuality, identity, coming out, love, hate and how to find a room in modern society'. Perhaps that is a bit too many rooms to explore fully in a little over an hour. You just wish they would stop with the flirting and get right down to seducing one topic properly.