"There's a boy in my living room. I'm not prepared for this." Friday night. Four girls. Two boys. Alone in a house. Some of them are in love. Most of them are virgins. Everyone’s pretending they know what they’re doing.

Tonight’s the night they stop pretending.

This is Miriam Battye’s (Strategic Love Play, Succession) The Virgins: a funny and devastating fever dream of desire, fear and teenagerhood, directed by Olivier-nominated Jaz Woodcock-Stewart (Paradise Now!, Grud, The Glass Menagerie).