There's a lot to admire in Sex and God; elegant writing, excellent and moving performances, a spare but eye-catching set, atmospheric lighting and subtle sound, but I'm seldom entirely happy with a format in which the characters on stage don't interact but deliver their separate (albeit connected) narratives directly to us.

I suppose that here you could say that the lack of interaction underscores the plight being described and heightens the message being delivered that woman's lot has not been a happy one (surely not a universal truth).

The lot of the eponymous heroine of Haunting Julia, who never appears on stage except perhaps to the seventh sons of seventh sons, was certainly not a happy one.  Burdened by a creative gift, suffocated by loving parents and abandoned by the man she loved she took her own life.

That may not sound a very cheery tale but the play entertains in a solid old-fashioned way as father, ex-boyfriend and psychic argue amongst themselves about the truth of her death while her ghostly presence makes itself felt.  It was a very good production and the stage management in particular rose admirably to the challenge of having a ghostly presence sweep across the set.