"Now for most adults, ‘snow’ has become a four letter word that has fallen out of favour. But if each new bout of ‘adverse weather conditions’ leaves the grown-ups scunnered, the white stuff in all its forms - even greying slush - has an endless fascination for tots. Mr Snow would probably want to recruit these wee enthusiasts to join him in his profession: he’s a snowologist, a kind of David Attenborough of the polar wastes who seeks out different species of snow to record and classify.
Mind you - there is an Important Exam to pass, before you can pin on the official badge and go snow-collecting. Blessyou - Mr Snow’s son - has already failed this test. Maybe because he’s a bit harum-scarum, apt to fall into day-dreaming about adventures in space as well as in snow and a little bit disobedient as well. So when he’s told, absolutely, not to touch a certain kind of snow...Oops! Despite some little voices raised in earnest warning, Blessyou not only uses up all the magic snow - creating a fabulous light show that also brings inanimate objects on stage to life - he decides to go out, alone, and find some more.
If writer and director Rob Evans fills the first part of Mr Snow with ingenious fun - who would have thought there were so many tricksy kinds of snow? - he moves into riskier, darker territory when an exhausted Blessyou (Steven Rae) lies down in the freezing snow and doesn’t move. The life-affirming force here isn’t just the special magic snow, it’s the unconditional love of a father (Kieran Fay’s Mr Snow) who won’t give up looking for his son. Dads in the audience did some throat-clearing at this point. The production is full of lovely whimsical touches, with Claire Halleran’s intriguingly cluttered set a treasure-trove of lateral thinking - for instance, a half-buried wardrobe is the door, while a wall of transparent storage bags lights up for shadow-puppet sequences of dashing sleigh-rides." Mary Brennan, The Herald, ****