Through the sort of wacky misunderstanding that happens only in gross-out comedies, the production company employed by the playhouse made hundreds of DVD copies of an epic piece of hardcore smut called The Bondage Mistress. And then, because double-checking your work is for losers, they threw the DVDs into cases marked "Edinburgh Playhouse Megamix" and sent them. The staff at the playhouse claim they didn't know they had accidentally sent children a mistress for Christmas until one of their workers sat down to watch his copy of the DVD, two days later. Or at least he told people about it two days later.
He immediately requested some time off to deal with a devastating wrist affliction.
One furious dad called the film "disgusting filth" and "sexual exploitation-type stuff" and said that it was "not just amateur porn -- this is the proper thing. It's unbelievable." This was also the content of his Rotten Tomatoes review, presumably. The playhouse quickly apologized for the snafu, because how the fuck could they not, and have also recalled the DVDs in case any remain that haven't been smashed in a fit of rage or confined to the bedroom in a fit of marriage-building.