Gabriel Castillo

Lloyd Newson interviewed more than 50 men asking them frank questions, initially about love and sex. One of those men was John.

A disparate group of dancers, preferring to express themselves through dance rather than speech, clash with each other and members of the local community.

A funny, cruel exploration of the male psyche, Enter Achilles is set in a typical British pub, a shabby, nicotine-stained boozer. Pop songs tumble out of the jukebox, there is football on the TV, and the eight men lark around, pint glasses in hand. But their blokish fun is balanced on a knife-edge of tension, for beneath the mateyness lurks a disturbing undercurrent of paranoia and insecurity, where weakness is brutally exploited and violence covers up vulnerability.