I've never read Lord of the Flies. A former English literature student - sacrilege right? So I won't feign I was aware of any plot, in fact, I was expecting grasshoppers and ants.

This expectation was soon unravelled into a world of human savagery, pig's blood, primitive youngsters stomping on stage and an epic fort of talented actors.

Lord of the Flies is obviously an influential book still on this year's GCSE syllabus judging by the gaggling groups of teenagers who screamed like banshees as the initial thunder and lightening struck the stage.

Then came two of my favourite actors of the show, Lola Adaja (Ralph) and Gina Fillingham (Piggy.) The character of Piggy was endearing, and Fillingham played the important role of loyal right hand man / comedian / bullied outsider with a bold tinge of humour that I greatly appreciated in such a draconian society. Definitely one to watch again, Fillingham had me giggling, allowing my teeth to unclench and my lungs to exhale.

The use of character and casting in this production was a wise choice by Kay Magson CDG, as was the commendable work of fight director Bethan Clark. The play was rife with well-thought out body movement, scraps, scrapes, animal-like stances towards the second half, and a disturbing murder that would definitely not pass for PG.

One of my favourite things was the use of blood - strange I know. "They say, blood will have blood," according to Mr Macbeth, and the striking life-like use of red substance was a reminder that these children were in a world with dwindling democracy, moving beyond the childlike games of cartwheels and "I'm not telling you my name" to an anti-kingdom where they murder one of their own like crazed cavemen.

One thing that did genuinely scare me was the 'dance' of Jack, chillingly executed by Kate Lamb, who for those three and a half minutes entirely owned the stage and the heart rate of everyone in the audience.

Granted, there was a lot of screaming and shouting in the first half which was borderline irritating, but which more so showed the great capability of the protagonists. How Adaja, (Raplh) Fillingham (Piggy) and Lamb (Jack) have the throat-scratching feuds every night is beyond me. Great work.

Olivia Marcus deserves praise in her willowy portrayal of Simon, the pensive outsider, and Marcus' demeanour was likeable and her acting during the hillside epileptic fit was tremendous. I was sad to see her timely demise.

Personally, the all-female cast didn't phase me. For me, there was no pseudo-feminist underline to director Emma Jordan's decision. In this society, people are people and as Fillingham (Piggy) soliloquises, "wrong is wrong" no matter what gender evil undertakes. Each actress (or actor, whatever the critics define as non-sexist these days) performed every second with passion, professionalism and precision. What a talented bunch.

The harrowing cries of Adaja (Ralph) at the end of the production brought a lump to my throat. That human is a talented firecracker. And the loveable Fillingham (Piggy) should also consider stand-up comedy alongside her acting career.

Before my eyes for two hours was a mini realm of totally unpredictable happenings, inspiring acting and an intensity that was at times uncomfortable. I'm going to start calling Theatr Clwyd the Netflix of North Wales with its diversity and ability to dramatically shift genres.