Motor Show, Black Rock, Brighton - Seven magazine review The duo's last effort, Electric Hotel, was a wannabe Rear Window that invited us to spy on the guests in a purpose-built, glass-sided motel. The new show offers a similar set-up, with 10 old bangers and a pair of classic caravans, and fails for precisely the same reason: terrific concept, inadequate content. Ben and Max Ringham, whose eerily atmospheric recordings had been the saving grace of Electric Hotel, supply a surround soundscape featuring Laura Braun's folky vocals, engine noise and the odd glug or grunt. Apart from the frantic humping on the front seats and a few racing dives through the passenger windows, there was surprisingly little physical theatre in the mix, and the lives sampled by Requardt and Rosenberg's scattergun narrative can't match the fragmented drama of a row I heard later at a clifftop bus stop. The inhabitants of Motor Show's mudscape (unhappy couples, a kidnapped schoolgirl in a car boot, a prank caller to a mysterious phone box) are of little interest individually and certainly never crystallise into a worthwhile whole. This would all be hard enough to bear in a nice warm theatre. Sitting in an icy wind in the dark, one soon grows murderously exasperated by the arrogance of a creative team satisfied with such an underwritten mess and by the funding bodies that bankroll their activities. 'Motor Show' tours the UK to Aug 4; www.requardt-rosenberg.com