London can be anything but boring. When I first heard of a play called Money, inevitably the first association that came to my mind was . . . money. So, I thought, why spend my Wednesday evening watching a play that deals once again with the eternal issue of money or more likely, the lack of it. Only now I can admit I was wrong to prejudge Shunt’s new project as tedious. My other supposition turned out to be quite wrong too, because money is not really the central theme of the play. It is slightly based on Emile Zola’s 1891 novel L’Argent, which deals with corporate speculations and financial difficulties when the French Bank Union Generale collapses. No wonder Money is so relevant, presenting the current economic situation from the prospect of the past and former mistakes. The inventive, however, is the venue which contributes greatly to the audience’s experience: prepare to be led into an old tobacco warehouse under London Bridge Station. The spookiness is intensified by the hard-to-follow script and the eccentric nature of the production. Without wishing to give too much away, a massive tree story Victorian construction is on the menu, so in case you suffer from claustrophobia you might want to reconsider. Otherwise, just enjoy an evening that deals with the issues of money and prosperity from a different prospective point of view. Oh, yeah and wear some comfy shoes cause there is a bit of moving around and standing up, but hey, that’s so you enjoy the world of the play from a better angle.