Judith has bought a packet of henna and some razor blades. She’s going to slash her wrists, or dye her hair… either way she’s going to make a mess. To top it off, she thinks she might be pregnant. But when she leaves a message on her ex-boyfriend’s answer machine, it is Ros, Jack’s new partner, who hears the message and rushes to Judith’s bedsit.
An evening of emotion, combined with subtle humour ensues, revealing how easily we betray each other when we want something for ourselves and how fraternising with the enemy can feel curiously like spending time with a friend. One of Amy Rosenthal’s first plays written in 1998, Henna Night is both witty and poignant.