Tansy loses the case. The jury returns a not-guilty verdict.
If you’ve heard the roar surrounding Suzie Miller’s one-woman tour-de-force, Prima Facie , you likely know two things: it starred Jodie Comer in a breathtaking West End and Broadway run, and it deals with sexual assault within the legal system. But to reduce this play to a “courtroom drama” or a “MeToo story” is to miss its surgical precision. Prima Facie is not just a story about a crime; it is a devastating autopsy of a legal philosophy. Prima Facie
Tansy defends men accused of sexual assault. She is proud of this. She argues that she isn’t defending the act, but the principle. She cross-examines complainants with surgical precision, exploiting gaps in memory, intoxication, or the infamous “lack of resistance.” She believes she is a guardian of justice, ensuring the state doesn’t convict an innocent man on flimsy evidence. Tansy loses the case
★★★★★ (But only if you have the emotional armour for it) But to reduce this play to a “courtroom
The trial is a masterclass in legal horror. Julian’s defence doesn’t deny sex; they reframe the narrative. They suggest Tansy is a “spurned woman” jealous of his success. They bring up her sexual history (consensual) to paint her as promiscuous. They use her own legal brilliance against her, implying that if she were truly raped, she would have known exactly how to act.
Miller brilliantly lulls the audience into Tansy’s worldview. We admire her grit. We laugh at her acerbic takedowns of pompous silks. We forget, for a moment, that she is describing real trauma. The hinge of the play is devastatingly simple. Tansy goes on a date with a junior colleague, Julian. They have consensual sex initially. But then, after she says “no” and tries to leave, he doesn’t stop. He holds her down. He penetrates her anally while she stares at a bookshelf, disassociating.