Ladd was not a trained dancer, but she is one fine mover. She uses a precise gestural language of signing, and her gangsta moves and druggy eyes ring true.

But her Scarface* is not easily labeled as dance, or as theatre either. It’s just ferocious and funny, as over the top in its small way as the film, though charmingly contained in a modest 45 minute package.

Scarface* ends with film-style credits in Welsh and English. Dedicated to Ladd’s Auntie Beryl, the words hang sweetly in the still blue air. Say goodnight to the bad guy.