Prick Up Your Ears

Islington, London, 1967, a small flat - it’s five o’clock, it’s a quarter past five. An argument is brewing. Kenneth Halliwell is anxiously waiting the return of Joe Orton who strolls in late, in an outlandish new coat. Joe is riding high: his new play Loot is a sell-out, he’s just sold the film rights and he's getting offers everywhere. Kenneth is deeply unhappy, struggling to sell collages to friends and bitterly identifying as his lover’s “personal assistant.”