<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:27:51.376-08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='People'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='Features'/><category term='Preview'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Nigeria'/><title type='text'>Theatre Gal</title><subtitle type='html'>Theatre: One Of The Purest Form Of Art.And So It Is!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6994172494978446259</id><published>2011-05-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:04:14.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING OVER!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Much Consideration and thought. I have decided to stop posting links to blogger. This is to amalgamate all my work and web presence in one place and ensure that I am giving due care to my writing. Nothing has change in terms of work or quality of writing. In fact, it will continue to get better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all future theatre reviews and interview, please go to: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://belindaotas.com/"&gt;BelindaOtas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for your continued support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6994172494978446259?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6994172494978446259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6994172494978446259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6994172494978446259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6994172494978446259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-over.html' title='MOVING OVER!'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6647575010358672523</id><published>2010-11-05T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:30:38.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conversation: Shango Baku</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Mustapha Matura’s adaption of Anton Chekov’s &lt;em&gt;Three Sisters,&lt;/em&gt;  remains one of my most memorable theatre night out. No ordinary feat,  he transported me to the Caribbean with his eclectic characters and  electrifying dialogue. Chekhov would have approved. What a fine  production that was under the direction of Paulette Randal.  Its 2010,  and Matura, the award winning Trinidadian playwright is back with &lt;em&gt;Rum and Cola&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=4824"&gt;In Conversation: Shango Baku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6647575010358672523?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=4824' title='In Conversation: Shango Baku'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6647575010358672523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6647575010358672523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6647575010358672523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6647575010358672523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-conversation-shango-baku.html' title='In Conversation: Shango Baku'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5628692148244468679</id><published>2010-10-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:58:24.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conversation: Femi Elufowoju Jr.</title><content type='html'>In terms of theatre generally, there are people I just cannot touch. We  have the Kenneth Branaghs, the Oliviers, the William Shakespeares; you  can’t put my name in the same sentence. So, it won’t be about matching.   I would love to say that my legacy or what’s on my epitaph or the  epitaph on my tombstone will be “The man who allowed or found ability  for African theatre to exist within the mainstream of British theatre  and allowed it to continue. I just want the legacy of Tiata Fahodzi not  to die with my departure really and there are other mini Femi’s knocking  around”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=4654"&gt;In Conversation: Femi Elufowoju Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5628692148244468679?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=4654' title='In Conversation: Femi Elufowoju Jr.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5628692148244468679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5628692148244468679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5628692148244468679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5628692148244468679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-conversation-femi-elufowoju-jr.html' title='In Conversation: Femi Elufowoju Jr.'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-7220367023933652727</id><published>2010-10-24T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:39:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untilted By Inua Ellams – (Theatre Review)</title><content type='html'>Ellams writing is racy and laced with humour – &lt;em&gt;“The charge was  ridiculous, I was found guilty of ‘corrupting our traditional folk  stories and using it solely for the advancement of ones own personal  gain and interests.”&lt;/em&gt; – And is full of nuances which you can trace specifically to Nigeria and this makes &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;  very original. Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli use of African drums for sound  effect truly brings the play home. And beyond the use of African, he  creates the whispers and noise that you get in the forest which  culminates in a deep hypnotic sound that transports you to different  place in time though you are sitting in a theatre. &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt; as  directed by Thierry Lawson and delivered by Ellams  is an outstanding  and brilliant performance full of energy and zest from a very promising  voice in the world of theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=4362"&gt;Untilted By Inua Ellams – (Theatre Review)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-7220367023933652727?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=4362' title='Untilted By Inua Ellams – (Theatre Review)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7220367023933652727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=7220367023933652727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7220367023933652727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7220367023933652727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/untilted-by-inua-ellams-theatre-review.html' title='Untilted By Inua Ellams – (Theatre Review)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-332428387725785035</id><published>2010-09-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:37:24.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conversation: Arinze Kene</title><content type='html'>I think more plays like &lt;em&gt;Estate Walls &lt;/em&gt;need to be programmed in  theatre. British theatre has been documenting life in Britain as far  as…well, a very long time ago. And to not write plays like &lt;em&gt;Estate Walls &lt;/em&gt;would mean missing out on documenting a whole margin of people living in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=4187"&gt;In Conversation: Arinze Kene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-332428387725785035?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=4187' title='In Conversation: Arinze Kene'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/332428387725785035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=332428387725785035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/332428387725785035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/332428387725785035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-conversation-arinze-kene.html' title='In Conversation: Arinze Kene'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6544875319557347897</id><published>2010-09-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:16:55.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Theatre Tickets: We All Love Freebie</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Want some free theatre tickets? Here you go...You don't want to miss this season of electrifying plays, with titles like Egusi Soup, Fixer and Pandora's Box, omo, you must be off-your-head to miss it :) See, the fun has started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=4123"&gt;Win Theatre Tickets: We All Love Freebie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6544875319557347897?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=4123' title='Win Theatre Tickets: We All Love Freebie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6544875319557347897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6544875319557347897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6544875319557347897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6544875319557347897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/win-theatre-tickets-we-all-love-freebie.html' title='Win Theatre Tickets: We All Love Freebie'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-3620809092385115674</id><published>2010-08-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:29:33.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conversation: Gbemisola Ikumelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=3879"&gt;In Conversation: Gbemisola Ikumelo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are achieving it. I don’t think it is something that we have  achieved because as long as Faith Drama keeps going, that is something  we have to keep achieving and keep re-inventing ways to make it better. I  mean last year we did a really large scale production and though I did  feel we achieved so many things, I do feel that there are a lot of  things we could have done differently and better. It is a constant  journey. For example, we have a young lady who is going off to one of  the top drama schools in the country. Though when I first met her, it  was more a case where she wanted to go to university and study  psychology and do drama on the side but the experience of Faith Drama  for her was one of self discovery. Where she found out that she wants to  be an actor and she wants to perform. So yeah, I do think we are  achieving that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-3620809092385115674?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=3879' title='In Conversation: Gbemisola Ikumelo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3620809092385115674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=3620809092385115674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3620809092385115674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3620809092385115674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-conversation-gbemisola-ikumelo.html' title='In Conversation: Gbemisola Ikumelo'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5215180622484465477</id><published>2010-07-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:07:49.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New African Woman Magazine Has Done It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=3308"&gt;The New African Woman Magazine Has Done It Again!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Many people have a love-hate  relationship with council estates, and there are specific council  estates which are deemed dangerous or not suitable for anyone to live  in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Rest here: &lt;a href="http://globalcomment.com/2010/off-the-endz-estate-life/"&gt;Off The Endz: Estate Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6431978453474884320?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6431978453474884320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6431978453474884320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6431978453474884320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6431978453474884320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-endz-estate-life.html' title='off The Endz: Estate Life'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-7359525391106285615</id><published>2010-03-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:37:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Year, Every Day, I am Walking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/?p=1639"&gt;Every Year, Every Day, I am Walking.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-7359525391106285615?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://belindaotas.com/?p=1639' title='Every Year, Every Day, I am Walking.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7359525391106285615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=7359525391106285615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7359525391106285615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7359525391106285615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-year-every-day-i-am-walking.html' title='Every Year, Every Day, I am Walking.'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-9184684857395774948</id><published>2010-01-14T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:07:45.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/S0_qBrgH00I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ms_p1XPOfIM/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/S0_qBrgH00I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ms_p1XPOfIM/s320/direction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426813390582960962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to let you all know that I have moved home and while I aim to maintain this blog to the best of my ability, please, cross over with me to my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is new and work in progress but I am not letting that stop me from writing. I will go with the flow, write while I make the site better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cross over with me into a new decade and a new website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking your time to read this blog and leaving your comments. They have been very encouraging. I hope you keep reading my new blog and of course, leave your comments also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belindaotas.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.belindaotas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-9184684857395774948?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9184684857395774948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=9184684857395774948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9184684857395774948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9184684857395774948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-this-is-to-let-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/S0_qBrgH00I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ms_p1XPOfIM/s72-c/direction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-2557931287955070034</id><published>2009-07-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:19:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An African Playwright and I'm Cool  Like That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SmiGnIcfozI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2LZcPwDMtWQ/s1600-h/Mdu+Kweyama+and+Mfundo+Tshazibane+carry+Chuma+Sopotela+in+Karoo+Moose,+Tricycle+Theatre,+photo+credit+Ruphin+Coudyzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SmiGnIcfozI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2LZcPwDMtWQ/s320/Mdu+Kweyama+and+Mfundo+Tshazibane+carry+Chuma+Sopotela+in+Karoo+Moose,+Tricycle+Theatre,+photo+credit+Ruphin+Coudyzer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361683363224593202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-2" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; perks of being an arts journalist is &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-3" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; very fact that you get to see theatre productions, exhibitions, gigs among many other things and you go for free. For me, that's great but &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-4" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; freebies aside, I appreciate when a theatre production has substance to it. Lately, I have enjoyed &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-5" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; very fact that my passion for African theatre has been re-ignited. I have seen some great productions this year. From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iya-Ile&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-6" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; Soho theatre to Wole Soyinka's, &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-0" style="background-color: Yellow; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;Death&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-7" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/layer&gt; &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-32" style="background-color: Fuchsia; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;King's&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Horsemen &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-8" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; National. It has been a big splash of African theatre on &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-9" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; British theatre landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-10" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; Independent newspaper acknowledged that it was cool to do African theatre. '&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/theatre-dance/news/out-of-africa-awardwinning-african-plays-find-a-new-home-in-british-theatres-1732180.html"&gt;Out of Africa: Award-winning African plays find a new home in British theatres'&lt;/a&gt; Give it Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-11" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; accolades or recognition that has me rooting for African theatre. I would like to interject at this point and tell you that I am a very proud African lady living in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's continue. What has re-ignited my passion is &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-12" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; very fact that we are telling our stories, we are able to laugh at ourselves, our nuances and idiosyncrasies. At &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-13" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; same time, we are creating platforms to have a debate and discussion about &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-14" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; motherland. We are taking a mirror and putting it up to examine &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-15" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; good, &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-16" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; bad and &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-17" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; ugly and please don’t forget &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-18" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Blood Blues&lt;/span&gt; at Theatre Royal, Stratford. It was a production about &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-19" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; HIV anti-viral trials in Africa and &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-20" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; load of horseshit bureaucracy that goes into who gets &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-21" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; anti-vial and who gets &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-22" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; trial drug and who gets nothing at all.  I had to ask myself, how important is an African life compared to other parts of &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-23" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; world when it comes to tackling &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-24" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; HIV/Aids virus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karoo Moose&lt;/span&gt; by Lara Foot-Newton, a South African playwright was so good; I remember using &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-25" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; word 'Ingenious' when &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-26" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; birth of a child was depicted by a young lady coming out of a drum. It was so symbolic and at &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-27" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; same time powerful. It was traditional theatre full of magical realism at its best and there was no dull moment. &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-1" style="background-color: Yellow; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;Death&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-28" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kings Horsemen&lt;/span&gt; by Wole Soyinka was outstanding. My history was on stage and it was great that they kept it very traditional. Nothing like talking drums to make you sway from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-29" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; shows I have seen this year but I'm sure you might think, okay, go on, say what you really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. It is okay to write about African theatre and not be afraid of expressing what you feel or want to say about being African. I know some writers are nervous when they start out about boxing themselves but today, a young African dramatist told me in &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-30" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; course of an interview, I am an African Playwright. I was impressed by that. Often, you get some saying, I am a playwright full stop. And yes, that is valid also because labels do stick. But there is nothing wrong with it if you decide to be identified by your heritage and body of work. After all, you are writing about Africa and Africans in &lt;layer id="google-toolbar-hilite-31" style="background-color: Cyan; color: black;"&gt;the&lt;/layer&gt; diaspora. So, why can't we call you an African Playwright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Picture Credit: Ruphin Coudyzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-2557931287955070034?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2557931287955070034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=2557931287955070034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/2557931287955070034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/2557931287955070034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-thatim-african-playwright-and-im.html' title='I&apos;m An African Playwright and I&apos;m Cool  Like That!'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SmiGnIcfozI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2LZcPwDMtWQ/s72-c/Mdu+Kweyama+and+Mfundo+Tshazibane+carry+Chuma+Sopotela+in+Karoo+Moose,+Tricycle+Theatre,+photo+credit+Ruphin+Coudyzer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-3171240102320208145</id><published>2009-04-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:02:13.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigeria'/><title type='text'>Death and the King's Horseman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Sd4onoZBwaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HDoTHVy6SKU/s1600-h/DeathoftheKings_149FZxzda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Sd4onoZBwaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HDoTHVy6SKU/s320/DeathoftheKings_149FZxzda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322736470920905122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there is a theatre production you must see in your lifetime, it is Wole Soyinka's, Death and The Kings Horsemen. Hailed as one of his best masterpiece, this is a play every playwright, theatre director and theatre students must see for its ability to break the barriers of race, language and cultural boundaries. It is a play that does what theatre does best, bring oneness to the audience though we speak different languages. It brings one truth though we come from different social and cultural backgrounds. It speaks one word and says we are one though we are different. Yet we have an understanding of what transpires on the stage as we look on. Soyinka reiterates that we are indeed responsible for our fate in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-3171240102320208145?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3171240102320208145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=3171240102320208145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3171240102320208145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3171240102320208145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-and-kings-horseman.html' title='Death and the King&apos;s Horseman'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Sd4onoZBwaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HDoTHVy6SKU/s72-c/DeathoftheKings_149FZxzda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-9195870117003683514</id><published>2009-03-24T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:00:49.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preview'/><title type='text'>The Hounding Of David Oluwale (Preview)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/ScmnTMoFA6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z_fTVVq8sN0/s1600-h/The+Hounding4BvQiN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/ScmnTMoFA6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z_fTVVq8sN0/s320/The+Hounding4BvQiN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316964783336260514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I came across the book by the same title, I was rather saddened by the story. It is still on my Amazon wish list of books to buy and read. However, I have not been able to get round to reading the book despite promises to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine how excited I was when I heard it had been adapted for the stage. So far, the reviews have been great and I can't wait for the experience. These are the type of stories I love to see on stage. When a great injustice is brought to life and tackled head-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reasons I love the stage. The characters tell you their stories. You are not being spoon-fed but they are telling it like it is and leaving it to you, to draw your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been described as a shocking and engrossing story. Now, I hope it lives up to expectations because I am seeing it on Saturday. Yippee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-9195870117003683514?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9195870117003683514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=9195870117003683514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9195870117003683514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9195870117003683514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/hounding-of-david-oluwale-preview.html' title='The Hounding Of David Oluwale (Preview)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/ScmnTMoFA6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z_fTVVq8sN0/s72-c/The+Hounding4BvQiN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6506720898524043971</id><published>2009-03-16T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:09:14.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Back In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not keen on productions that try to solve all of our love problems. Some of them get lost and others...just have no head or tail. That's not to say a few have not managed it. But when a play is focused on how to find 'The One' then that worries me because it might just be a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is My Desi Soul Mate? A new production by Rifco Arts is the first play I have seen this year. I was not expecting the gritty realism of ‘Township Stories’ or the poetic language of Shakespeare or the animation you get when watching John Kani on stage. I just wanted to get into a theatre, sit down and see some characters on stage tell me a story. Okay, not the most gripping production but it made me laugh. For the one hour I was in that theatre, I forgot about the fact that I was turned down for a job a few hours earlier, despite being so upset before I got there. It didn’t matter that my feet was hurting like hell due to the heels I had on. I had left everything at the door and settled down for these characters to tell me their stories. Funny at some points and a little slow at others but it was okay. I saw someone else cry and they made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the beauty of theatre, you forget your struggles for an hour or more as you get immersed into the story. My friend once described going to the theatre as going to creative church with the exception that you don’t get to holler and scream because you are not hearing a sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten what it was like to sit back and let other people tell you a story you know nothing about. I have really missed that. I must start going out again. I need to get a feel of what the London audience is happy to pay for. Most of all, I need others to challenge my creative mind so I can get my creative juice flowing again. I’m back in town and so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6506720898524043971?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6506720898524043971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6506720898524043971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6506720898524043971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6506720898524043971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-town.html' title='Back In Town'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6292032587956900765</id><published>2009-03-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:58:52.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you but when I have been away from something for a while it takes a lot of courage and effort to get back into it. Hence, one of the reasons I get so nervous when I have to put anything I’m passionate about on hold. But that’s what I have done for the last 6/7 months. Was keen to learn about a different part of life and work, so I put my writing on hold…don’t get me wrong, I wrote something everyday, my journal, for my eyes only, my rants and musings blog page (every now and gain) letters, articles… you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing but not working my creative juice as far my playwriting was concerned. Opened the last play I was working on this morning and I went blank. I just froze in time because I got scared that I didn’t know how to write anymore. Alan Ayckbourn, where are you??? I need help. Where is your book, The Crafty Art of Playmaking? I need to read that again. Susan Lori-parks, where are you? I am getting my copy of TopdogUnderdog out and I mean right now. Help!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to writing again but at the same time scared that I may not know how or may not get it right. I want that skill which got me a firs class for playwriting at university back. The question is how do I get it back??? My intuition tells me, Belinda, just WRITE! Write and write because that’s the only way you are going to get back into it and get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to get out and see more plays. I can count the number of productions I have seen recently and it is dismal. I won’t tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to sit down and write. I am going to go out and see more plays. I am coming back home and I don’t care if the butterflies are dancing in the pit of my stomach. I don’t care if I get nervous. I don’t care what the first few feedbacks are going to be like. I am going to write and just keep writing until I get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a process and here is to my homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6292032587956900765?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6292032587956900765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6292032587956900765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6292032587956900765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6292032587956900765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-8814246150117313678</id><published>2008-06-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:00:48.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preview'/><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SGJPiK-D_JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lU4b5WtJgmI/s1600-h/Jocelyn,_Femi,_Kelle,_Wil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SGJPiK-D_JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lU4b5WtJgmI/s320/Jocelyn,_Femi,_Kelle,_Wil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215818766927264914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there is one theatre production you must see this year, make sure TORN is the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Femi Oguns and directed by Raz Shaw, Torn is back at the Arcola Theatre, Stoke Newington, Hackney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A formidable cast which includes, Jocelyn Jee Essien, well known for the TV shows, 3 Non Blondes and Little Miss Jocelyn, Kelly Bryan and Wil Johnson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A controversial and sensitive subject, Torn explores the tensions between Afro-Caribbean and African communities through the lines of cross-cultural relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has love got to do with colour or race or place of origin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the questions the play hopes to invoke in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its aim is to break down the stereotypical views we hold of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must see for 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information visit: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;www.arcolatheatre.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-8814246150117313678?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8814246150117313678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=8814246150117313678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8814246150117313678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8814246150117313678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SGJPiK-D_JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lU4b5WtJgmI/s72-c/Jocelyn,_Femi,_Kelle,_Wil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1740337473185600535</id><published>2008-05-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:27:09.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Falling In Love With Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDtVI_Dk34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8oWe8qNmOgQ/s1600-h/rschenryvipt10603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204847407210487682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDtVI_Dk34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8oWe8qNmOgQ/s320/rschenryvipt10603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you want me to tell it like it has always been, here it is. The thought of studying Shakespeare back at school was scary. I didn't like or appreciate the language. It was difficult to understand and it really got under my skin. I honestly felt like I was being asked to read the bible for my English literature class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is the biggest joke of all; I fell in love with Macbeth and Othello. Macbeth till this day remains one of my favourite Shakespeare texts. The dramatic techniques in that text alone, makes me want to write a new play each time I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello, you have to fall in love with him, a man of honour and strength, yet so weak and fallible. It goes to show no matter how strong or highly placed you are in life; there is always that one thing something which gets the better of you. In Othello's case, that's Desdemona and if you don't like Iago, I am tempted to ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imago is that colleague who smiles at you but stabs you in the back and b**ch about you. You that one, that's right, there are lots of Iago's around today. One can never be careful... Crafty, vindictive, spiteful and hateful, you name it, he is the real deal. No messing about on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the texts of Shakespeare I loved as a teenager and still do. But recently, that has changed. I finally fell in love with the boy from Stratford-Upon-Avon, all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Histories, a fistful of plays by William Shakespeare popularly known as the History Cycle, opened in Stratford-Upon-Avon back in 2006 to critical acclaim and rapturous audience response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2006, I knew nothing about the Histories. I was just another journalist, chasing after my own story and doing what I love to do best, write my plays. You know how we do it, well, come 2007, I get the opportunity to work with the RSC. Low and behold, I finally get the opportunity to see my first Shakespeare production, Henry V. I loved every minute of it. The dramatic action was consistent. The language was beautiful and sounded great. It was eloquently delivered by the actors. It had humour, it had style and above all, was and still is one of the most memorable piece of theatre I have ever seen. It is an event that will stay with me for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part that blew me, English history will take years to explore but Shakespeare’s ability to capture a period of time within these plays is fascinating and had critics rolling over to get the best angle they could on their reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the show comes to London and I have the opportunity to witness the whole cycle of plays in repertoire at the Roundhouse theatre. You bet I didn’t miss a day. I loved every minute of it - Richard II and III, Henry IV Parts I and II, and Henry VI Parts I, II and III – this was my one opportunity to experience English history with Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Henry VI trilogy will always stand out because it had Chuk Iwuji in the lead role of Henry VI. The RSC did it again, cross-casting and for me, that stood out. It is an experience Iwuji himself describes as “The most joyfully, challenging, frustrating and enlightening experience of my life. I think that just encapsulates professional life anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see one man have to suffer and be as helpless as his character was, despite being a king was truly breathtaking. Breathtaking not because he fought back but because the character of the man that he truly is came through to me as an audience member ever step of the way. Crowned king at 9 months old, that’s a job for anyone to take on. Yet he remained true to himself. You could call him an ineffective king because the actions of others move him about and I personally believe his decision making ability is crap. But who is to say, a king cannot have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of hatred which existed between the house of York and Lancaster was terrifying. Everyone made claim to the throne. People switched allegiance to the king and each other like they were changing their electricity or gas supplier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say, without a doubt, this has been one of those moments where you experience a form of theatre you are not used to and you say WOW! I loved every minute of it. The characters, the staging, costumes, lighting, stage design and the music, was marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I was part of history and that is what theatre should always be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Chuk Iwuhi as Henry VI&lt;br /&gt;Credit: Ellie Kurtz and the RSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/articles/2008/04/21/yourstories_shakespeare_histories_feature.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/articles/2008/04/21/yourstories_shakespeare_histories_feature.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1740337473185600535?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1740337473185600535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1740337473185600535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1740337473185600535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1740337473185600535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/falling-in-love-with-shakespeare.html' title='Falling In Love With Shakespeare'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDtVI_Dk34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/8oWe8qNmOgQ/s72-c/rschenryvipt10603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-9092801941714375296</id><published>2008-05-17T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:47:18.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Celia - The New Players Theatre - May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC-Kj2Aw5VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LqwNtuPAyhI/s1600-h/CELIA_prod_image_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201528443034985810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC-Kj2Aw5VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LqwNtuPAyhI/s320/CELIA_prod_image_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choice do you have in life when the actions of others constantly shapes your world? How painful is it when you are moved and shook by others but have no say in the affairs of your life. These are some of the questions raised by Celia, a new production from Word of Mouth Media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set 50 years after the 1807 act that brought an end to slave trade but not slavery, Celia is the story of one woman’s painful journey that has left a mark in history. From her childhood days, Celia never had the opportunity to decide where she wanted to wake up or what her actions of the day would entail. Left behind as a baby by her parents, slaves fleeing from their owners, Celia is looked after by her aunt Letty. Letty does her best to ensure Celia gets the best life has to offer considering their predicament as slaves owned by fellow human beings like themselves. Letty could not have put it better for young Celia to understand when she said, “God created in glory of colour but man has divided in black and white.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Celia’s friendship with Richardson, who takes a romantic interest her, gets her into more trouble than imagined. Young Celia is auctioned off to another owner. Whose actions will forever change the course of her life. A painful journey for any woman, Celia represents the many slave women who endured atrocities against humanity and their womanhood in silence and had no power to change their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tale of beatings and brutality, where men are separated form their wives and children, and women are repeatedly raped by their masters. Even the white preacher’s sermon focuses more on slaves being corrected by their masters rather than the freedom God has allowed for all. Celia is a thought-provoking production that takes you back to a time in history and forces you to examine the actions of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Celia is a great story, worthy of the stage and it has its entertaining moments, it lacks direction in areas such as setting, not once is it made clear to the audience where the play is set. If you are not fully aware of the history of slavery, you might have to work extra hard to figure that out for yourself. Though it is not clear if the director’s intent was for the actors to use their British ascent throughout this production, the language was lacking also and overall, the production could have done with more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, this is a story worth telling for the sheer courage of one woman to stand up for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For more information, visit: &lt;a href="http://www.newplayerstheatre.com/"&gt;http://www.newplayerstheatre.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 08700 600 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: Stuart Allen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-9092801941714375296?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9092801941714375296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=9092801941714375296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9092801941714375296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9092801941714375296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/celia-new-players-theatre-may-2008.html' title='Celia - The New Players Theatre - May 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC-Kj2Aw5VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LqwNtuPAyhI/s72-c/CELIA_prod_image_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4457414976100541327</id><published>2008-05-17T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:48:21.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Oxford Street - Royal Court Theatre - May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9qrWAw5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NKVG8qzOKz8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201493387511915842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9qrWAw5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NKVG8qzOKz8/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi David Addai just keeps them the plays rolling in. His latest offering, Oxford Street, puts life on one of Britain’s busiest street as it is, onto the British stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in a discount sportswear shop, with characters that are easily recognisable if you have dared to brace one of Europe’s most famous shopping districts. Oxford Street tells the story of Kofi, a university graduate, who dreams of becoming a journalist but for now, he has to settle for the role of a security guard at Total Sports. While he plans the best way to work his way up on the journalism ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kofi gets on with his colleagues and is fond of the fast talking Loraina, who dreams of making it big time in the music industry, claiming, “I didn’t pick performing arts, performing arts chose me.” An all too familiar statement if you have ever had to hold down a part time job while pursuing your dream. His boss, Emmanuel (Cyril Nri) has a soft spot for him. Things are running smoothly until Darrell, an old mate turns up and Kofi has to make some tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soutra Gilmour’s ability to turn The Jerwood theatre Upstairs into one of the most vibrant sports shop in theatre has to be commended for the way it replicates life as you know it in any one of the sports shop on Oxford Street on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Walton’s direction of Oxford Street is lively and without a doubt, a witty and entertaining production that captures a slice of life for what it is. The cast is equally as vibrant. They are not afraid to tell you about their dissatisfaction but they are able to maintain their sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Martello-White is strong as Kofi and Ashley Walters captures the trouble making Darrell superbly. Preeya Kalidas is brilliant as Loraina and Kristian Kiehling is the Polish security guard who takes his job more seriously than life itself but he will make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addai’s ability to capture life from the British African viewpoint and posses a voice that tells you about life in London as it is, is to be admired. If this young man continues on this path, this is a name you are bound to see and hear more of on the British theatre scene in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Dawn Walton&lt;br /&gt;Designer Soutra Gilmour&lt;br /&gt;Lighting Philip Gladwell&lt;br /&gt;Sound Carolyn Downing&lt;br /&gt;Movement Ann Yee&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Reece Beaumont, Preeya Kalidas, Daniel Kaluuya, Kristian Kiehling, Amelia Lowdell, Nathaniel Martello-White, Cyril Nri, Ashley Walters, Shane Zaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Street is now showing at the Royal Court Theatre until 31 May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.royalcourttheatre.com/"&gt;www.royalcourttheatre.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 0207 565 5000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johan Persson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4457414976100541327?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4457414976100541327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4457414976100541327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4457414976100541327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4457414976100541327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/oxford-street-royal-court-theatre-may.html' title='Oxford Street - Royal Court Theatre - May 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9qrWAw5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NKVG8qzOKz8/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-3217457988237152458</id><published>2008-05-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:32:40.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Vula - Barbican - April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9pimAw5TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n-oC72d4104/s1600-h/2._Ngapaki_Emery_Photo_by_John_McDermott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201492137676432690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9pimAw5TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n-oC72d4104/s320/2._Ngapaki_Emery_Photo_by_John_McDermott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in tradition with its 2008 season, the Barbican is exposing theatre goers to diverse works from different backgrounds and cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you step into the confines of the Pit, you hear the gentle lapping of waves and the mesmerising background music gets your attention. Produced by The Conch, Vula means Moon in Fiji, and is a production which aims to show the relationship of the people with the water that surrounds them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is transformed into a pool of water and the production starts off with a dancing mat. You are perplexed, wondering ‘how did they do that?’ The cast members come on stage at different points, using dance, puppetry, music and vigorous energy to interpret different rituals of the Island, from the use of mats to flowers to illustrate the relationship between water and the women of the island. Water has never once played such a symbolic role during a stage production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly visual, Vula evokes a mystical understanding of nature and has its entertaining moments and is deeply entrancing. This is largely due to the background music which is seductive and hypnotic, and has the potential to put you in meditation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can count the number of words spoken on stage and that is where Vula falls short. While the relationship between the women and water is clearly established, it fails to tell you the stories and experiences they hold dearly about that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;John McDermot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-3217457988237152458?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3217457988237152458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=3217457988237152458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3217457988237152458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3217457988237152458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/vula-barbican-april-2008.html' title='Vula - Barbican - April 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SC9pimAw5TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n-oC72d4104/s72-c/2._Ngapaki_Emery_Photo_by_John_McDermott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5592286423258149176</id><published>2008-04-28T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:26:12.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Footprints In The sand (Oval Theatre) April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SBai-rXFtcI/AAAAAAAAADs/1nbWm7s-lno/s1600-h/IMG_7787-Edit(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194518417893602754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SBai-rXFtcI/AAAAAAAAADs/1nbWm7s-lno/s320/IMG_7787-Edit(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migration and immigration fuels one of the biggest debates in British society. It’s in our newspapers, on our television screens and has now made its way to the British stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double bill, ‘For One Night Only’ by Oladipo Agboulaje, and ‘Letting Go’ by Rukhsana Ahmad, they both tell the stories of migrants who risk their lives by any means possible to get to the shores of England, seeking greener pastures. Their hopes and dreams all depend on one voyage. However, they soon find that their past still calls at them either by way of the sea through which they came or their family back home, who expects them to work financial wonders and miracles once they get to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ‘Letting Go’, Ahmad tells the story of Abbas, who is continuously being tormented by memories of his brother who dies as they crossed the English Channel to get to Britain. Despite being able to escape the war that has ravaged his home country, the war within him won’t stop due his loss. Everyday, he sits at Dover and watches as the ships come in, anticipating that his brother might be on one of these ships. Only to realise in order to move on with his life, he must first let go of the hope that his brother is still alive or forever remain trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agboulaje tells a different story in ‘For One Night Only,’ Eddie and Bode have come to England to pursue a better life and that dream is to one day perform at Covent Garden.. They are economic migrants in search of the good life and will do whatever it takes to please their families who expect nothing less than success from them. However, the road to Covent Garden is not a straight forward one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the cosy confines of the Oval theatre, Helena Bell brings this story to life. Using minimal stage props, she forces you to focus on the characters and their stories. Immigration is a subject that divides people with varying opinions but you are forced to feel empathy for these characters who reflect the stories of others you have heard of. Stories about survival, quest for freedom and above all, their struggle for a better life individuals from all corners of the world embark on, when they set out on a voyage when they leave the world they have always know for one where they are all alone with no help from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agboulaje and Ahmad have created a powerful lense, a diasporic narrative, through which one can take a different point of view to the issues of immigration in Britain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the subject is timely, topical and thought-provoking, Footprints in The Sand, could have done with more energy and allow a sense of depth about its theme to permeate long enough. So, you don’t feel disconnected once you leave the theatre, thinking it's just another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Alessandro Evangelista&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5592286423258149176?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5592286423258149176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5592286423258149176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5592286423258149176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5592286423258149176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/footprints-in-sand-oval-theatre-april.html' title='Footprints In The sand (Oval Theatre) April 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SBai-rXFtcI/AAAAAAAAADs/1nbWm7s-lno/s72-c/IMG_7787-Edit(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1320309019888395598</id><published>2008-04-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:47:18.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>House Of Agnes (Oval Theatre) March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6VGLXFtbI/AAAAAAAAADk/_o6A5mbRipk/s1600-h/HouseofAgnes_LudvicBonin_CeciliaNoble_AnwarLynch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192251353766147506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6VGLXFtbI/AAAAAAAAADk/_o6A5mbRipk/s320/HouseofAgnes_LudvicBonin_CeciliaNoble_AnwarLynch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother’s motto has always been and still is, ‘if you live under my roof, I clothe and feed you, and pay the rent, you must live by my rules.’ Levi David Addai has successfully captured what has long been the tradition of British-African parents on the London stage in his new play, House of Agnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exploration of the British-African way of life, Addai brings to life, the challenges of a single mother from two conflicting cultural perspective. Agnes has lived and worked in England for the last 40 years but has decided its time to go back home to Ghana. However, she must get her sons, Solomon and Caleb to agree on living together in peace and do as she wants. This sets them on a course of collision because these are two young men with a mind of their own and want to be free of Agnes’s control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon wants to make his own decisions and at the same time, wants his mother to accept his girlfriend, Davina, who Agnes dislikes and refers to as ‘Jezebel.’ Needless to say, her resentment is unfounded. Caleb appears to have his life in order in comparison to Solomon, whom he considers to be ‘reckless.’ While he is happy to please his mother, he also wants to be free of her control. Their differences set them on a path of sibling rivalry. Though they want to be able to lead their lives on their terms; they also crave their mother’s acceptance and to a certain degree, approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia Noble delivers a brilliant performance as Agnes the Matriarch who worries more about her precious white carpet than the feelings of her sons. Nevertheless, she is not afraid to lay down the rules or let people know that she is from the ‘old school.’ Ludvig Bonin and Anwar Lynch shine as two young men who can rise up to the task and bring intense moments alive on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Agnes is a clever, tender and accomplished examination of clashing traditional and cultural values one family has to face up to, which is reflective of the wider society. Addai shows family tension through of his characters and you are able to relate to each one as their make their case. A testament to Addai’s understanding of traditions, cultures and the gap that exits between generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mark Brenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1320309019888395598?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1320309019888395598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1320309019888395598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1320309019888395598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1320309019888395598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/house-of-agnes-oval-theatre-march-2008.html' title='House Of Agnes (Oval Theatre) March 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6VGLXFtbI/AAAAAAAAADk/_o6A5mbRipk/s72-c/HouseofAgnes_LudvicBonin_CeciliaNoble_AnwarLynch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4854724898109698265</id><published>2008-04-22T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:38:29.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Testing The Echo (Tricycle Theatre) April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6TA7XFtaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReIZirjCNag/s1600-h/TestingTheEcho_press2_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192249064548578722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6TA7XFtaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReIZirjCNag/s320/TestingTheEcho_press2_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topical and timely, Testing The Echo is the long awaited response from British theatre to help define Britishness. Is it true that ‘being able to see the other point of view is what being British is about?’ Better still, why do people decide to become British citizens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahmood is a young Pakistani migrant who wants British citizenship so his father will be pleased with him. Tetyana wants to escape an abusive marriage and Chong wants to be able to travel, so he can see his family again. They all have their different reasons for wanting the red passport but are they willing to live by the values of the country they crave to be part of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soon becomes the focus of the play as Emma (Teresa Banham), an ESOL (English For Other Speakers of Other languages) teacher, is embroiled in a classroom confrontation with Nasim. Who feels she is being made to learn things which are in direct contradiction of her Islamic beliefs when the class is made to learn about what constitutes an English breakfast and the notion of learning all about pork doesn’t go down too well with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through an ESOL class is one thing but taking the citizenship test and crossing the final hurdle of swearing allegiance to the Queen brings up an entirely different set of questions. A number of issues jump at you; national identity, a sense of place and belonging, and without a shadow of doubt, the differences between British values and other cultural values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The values of migrants from different parts of the world who have made Britain home but hold on to their traditional and cultural beliefs. We are confronted with the challenges of multiculturalism. How accepting are we of each other and where do we draw the line when it comes to the things we hold on to sacredly, especially our religious beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by David Edgar and directed by Matthew Dunster, Testing The Echo is intelligently written and thought-provoking. For its ability to capture the mood of differences which exists in a fragmented society hides itself under the disguise of multiculturalism, it is certainly a brilliant production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly speaks volumes about the state of our communities and society and is tied together by the thread of identity which transcends the boundaries of race alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4854724898109698265?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4854724898109698265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4854724898109698265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4854724898109698265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4854724898109698265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/testing-echo-tricycle-theatre-april.html' title='Testing The Echo (Tricycle Theatre) April 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6TA7XFtaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReIZirjCNag/s72-c/TestingTheEcho_press2_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1474006872763117795</id><published>2008-04-22T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:39:22.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Molora (Barbican Centre) April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6R4bXFtZI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZL4vy0fmK4/s1600-h/2._Molora,_Jabulile_Tshabalala,_photo_by_Christian_Enger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192247819008062866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6R4bXFtZI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZL4vy0fmK4/s320/2._Molora,_Jabulile_Tshabalala,_photo_by_Christian_Enger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get an actress who lives and breathes the words of her character on stage and exteriorises every action, you are onto something. Within the intimate confines of the Pit, at the Barbican, Yael Farber has taken the ancient Oresteia Trilogy and given a modern day South African twist with the core message of truth and reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elektra watches on as her mother takes the life of her beloved father. She is soon resigned to the role of a slave in her father’s home, a place that is rightly her inheritance. Subjected to inhumane torture at the hands of the woman she calls mother. She also awaits the return of her brother Orestes, whom she hid years back, so her mother would not murder him like she did their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage action is gruesome as Klytemnestra inflicts the pain of cigarette burns, drowning and the use of the wet-bag - a form of torture used during the apartheid era in South Africa and made famous during the Truth and Reconciliation Commission hearings - to suffocate her. I have often heard of people who are suffocated and how they struggle and gasp for breath. However, seeing it live on stage as Elektra struggles with her arms and legs flapping, I suddenly feel the pain of the countless victims who have died gasping for air. Heartless does not describe what the first half of this play holds in store for us, the audience. However the road to reconciliation is even harder for the characters we see on stage as they face up to the reality of life and the fate it has dealt them. Every action on stage is reminiscent of South Africa’s struggle to reconcile its years of atrocities as it forges ahead to be become the Rainbow nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elektra’s hunger for vengeance consumes her to the point where she poses the question, ‘If you rob us, shall we not revenge?’ to the audience. However, Farber is questioning the whole literal notion of an eye for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances are brilliant as is the writing and direction. Jabulile Tshabalala is formidable as Elektra and takes responsibility for her character throughout the play. At no point did she lose the momentum of the emotions created on stage. Dorothy Ann Gould is enigmatic as Klytemnestra and the chorus of Xhosa tribeswomen add a hunting and evocative traditional meaning to the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of Farber’s interpretation is our ability to forgive when the deeds against us are unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you get to that point where revenge is no longer what drives you but a will to live. Farber has once again gone to the deep reserve of her resources as a writer and director to show what the human mind is capable of. She is also keen to let you know that revenge is consuming and the ability to move on begins to manifest when you let go of your past in order to regain your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molora is intensely powerful, hypnotic and truly engaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Christian Enger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1474006872763117795?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1474006872763117795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1474006872763117795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1474006872763117795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1474006872763117795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/molora-barbican-centre-april-2008.html' title='Molora (Barbican Centre) April 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SA6R4bXFtZI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZL4vy0fmK4/s72-c/2._Molora,_Jabulile_Tshabalala,_photo_by_Christian_Enger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6508757831390637143</id><published>2008-03-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:13:53.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Resistible Rise Of Arturo Ui (Lyric Hammersmith) Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2zidIKpeI/AAAAAAAAADM/ishCpPeJZeM/s1600-h/The_Resistible_Rise_of_Arturo_Ui_Photographer_Simon_Kane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182996150689113570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2zidIKpeI/AAAAAAAAADM/ishCpPeJZeM/s320/The_Resistible_Rise_of_Arturo_Ui_Photographer_Simon_Kane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set design gets your attention, so do the crates and chairs. They make you wonder if you are about to be taken on a journey that involves a sandy beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dream on, for The Resistible Rise Of Arturo Ui, is a story of terror and oppression. It chronicles the rise of Arturo Ui, a notorious gangster, who only understands the way and language of the gun. Manipulative and full of deceit, his gang is described as ‘bloody,’ not to mention, the discord that exists between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set within the context of modern Africa, this new instalment of Brecht’s satire has taken it upon itself to remind us that totalitarianism and tyranny are very much alive in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brecht's original, written in 1941, transposed Hitler's rise to power to gangland Chicago, and this African version retains references to Chicago and Cicero. Thus, our Arturo is a son of the desert rather than a son of the Windy City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui is on a mission to prove to us that power corrupts, but his grip on power will leave a long-lasting scar on his own people. He feels that he's highly misunderstood but he is adept at worming his way to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucian Msamati is brilliant as Ui, his ability to be animated in this role is to be applauded, as he gives us a man who is at war not only with the outside world but within himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of laughter to ease the tension built up by the different actions of this play; where everyman is a law to himself, especially Arturo Ui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am far from being impressed with the decision to announce each scene before it starts; I commend Ti Green for the conceptualised stage. In addition, the ingenious use of crates as chairs and the coffin that serves as a doorway when one is required; injects some zest to the production. The political speech delivered by Ui at the end is well placed, because it reminds me of the familiar rhetoric of dictators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, Bertolt Brecht did not live to see the first production of his play, but even, he would agree that this story deserves to be told from an African viewpoint. Moreover, this is a metaphor for the different conflicts and struggles going on in the four corners of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Simon Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6508757831390637143?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6508757831390637143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6508757831390637143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6508757831390637143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6508757831390637143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/resistible-rise-of-arturo-ui.html' title='The Resistible Rise Of Arturo Ui (Lyric Hammersmith) Feb 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2zidIKpeI/AAAAAAAAADM/ishCpPeJZeM/s72-c/The_Resistible_Rise_of_Arturo_Ui_Photographer_Simon_Kane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-7536606523300509631</id><published>2008-03-28T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:04:02.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>De Botty Business (March 2008 Hackney Empire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2xktIKpdI/AAAAAAAAADE/9POryzTIYSc/s1600-h/Benjamin_and_cast_on_stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182993990320563666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2xktIKpdI/AAAAAAAAADE/9POryzTIYSc/s320/Benjamin_and_cast_on_stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is no light-hearted matter. And when it is prostate cancer, it becomes a subject many of our men would rather not talk about. Not the poet and writer, Benjamin Zephaniah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If like me, then you are keen on facts and learning new things, this is the production to watch out for. You will find out what Digital Rectal Examination (DRE) stands for, as well as the fact that Black men are three times more likely to be diagnosed with prostate cancer than white men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commissioned by the UK's Prostate Cancer Society, De Botty Business is an upbeat and humorous examination of the misconceptions, myths, fears and taboos connected to prostate cancer in the Black community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comedy is set in a West Midlands barber shop, owned by Jamaican couple Mr and Mrs Maxwell and run by their Rastafarian son Marky. Up until the day we join him, Marky's greatest problem in life is that he would rather be running the world's first Rasta airline - with flights daily between Jamaica and Ethiopia - than cutting hair. But on this fateful day, his father returns from some routine blood tests to proclaim that he is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Maxwell is faced with the prospect that he may have prostate cancer and he is adamant no one will put ‘their fingers’ up his backside in order to examine him. His fears skyrocketed when he starts listening to the different medical options facing him. But the cancer seems to be less scary than some of the ill-advised input from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the arrival of Johnson brings a different and balanced perspective for them all. Maxwell’s reversed the decision not to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unadulterated Jamaican Patois on stage adds an edge to this production which makes it enjoyable and thrilling to watch. You can’t help but laugh at the individual idiosyncrasies of these different characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensemble is indeed a bunch of interesting and quirky people; from Ivan, who believes, “Root medicine is the real medicine and nature knows best,” to Charlene, the local ‘chatterbox.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Charlene gets hold of your business, be prepared, everyone you know is going to find out. And who can forget Barns, the most ‘financially astute’ character I have ever experienced on stage. The burst of laughter from the audience as these characters reveal themselves is a testament to the play's ability to entertain and educate. You just have to experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a well thought-out production by the Prostate Cancer Society. It's time we stopped using tradition as an excuse not to live and lead a healthy lifestyle, and start using common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no Jamaican farce of a play, these are real life issues presented with a touch of compassion and ‘wicked’ humour. De Botty Business is insightful, brilliant and as witty as the play's title. Riveting and without a doubt, absolutely entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: The Prostate Cancer Charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Benjamin Zephaniah&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Karen Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Cedric Duncan, Joan Hooley, David Monteith, Irina Aggrey, Terence Anderson, Cleveland D Herbert, Sabina Cameron and Jonny Leigh-Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.prostate-cancer.org.uk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-7536606523300509631?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7536606523300509631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=7536606523300509631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7536606523300509631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7536606523300509631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-botty-business-march-2008-hackney.html' title='De Botty Business (March 2008 Hackney Empire)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-2xktIKpdI/AAAAAAAAADE/9POryzTIYSc/s72-c/Benjamin_and_cast_on_stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-3301389559640250763</id><published>2008-03-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:18:56.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrika! Afrika! (O2 January 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-r1xdIKpcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ywp0rjMaoiY/s1600-h/04_AFRIKA-AFRIKA_Keyvisual+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182224551224452546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-r1xdIKpcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ywp0rjMaoiY/s320/04_AFRIKA-AFRIKA_Keyvisual+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first walk into the tented at London's 02 Centre, you are embraced by the warmth and magnificent setting. It is certainly different to the good old London Particular - the fog and cold, which has graced your skin since you set out on your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the tent, there is anticipation in the air as folks wait for this supposedly ‘magical circus adventure from the amazing continent of Africa.’ While I was somewhat sceptical about Afrika! Afrika! based on the media hype that surrounded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the onset, the energy is exhilarating and exuberant. With each act, the energy level of its cast reaches a higher level. It never occurred to me that so much could be done with a basketball until I saw Afrika! Afrika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with an energetic dance overture and followed by various traditional dance pieces from different parts of the continent; Gumboots and step dancers from South Africa, and dancers from Gabon and Tanzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troupe is amazingly talented and can form human pyramids with their styles. It reminded me of my childhood days back in Nigeria when the Atilogun dancers from the East had me on my toes trying to do what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Bizarre, as suggested by his stage act is the most befitting name for Huit Huit, a male body contortionist, who comes on stage like a spider and can get his body to fit through a tennis racket. Finally, the ingenuity of the tennis racket’s mission is accomplished on stage. He can even do push up in the position of a spider. There ought to be a "do not try this at home" sign hanging on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrika! Afrika! also has some elements from the West, with the Monocycle and basketball virtuosi from America; they pumped their way through Mase’s "Breathe, Step Shake" - a reflection of how Africa has gladly embraced the Hip-Hop culture over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synchronisation of the acrobatic pole performers from Tanzania and South Africa will forever lingers in my memory, for their precision and ability to climb on frail poles, yet with such vigour. It was racy and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is enchanting and the live band, a delight to watch and listen to. The traditional African songs are relaxing at different stage, providing a nice contrast between the high and mid-tempo songs. The African drums bring a powerful rhythm, and without a doubt, an enchanting charm to the mix, it is incomparable to any other dance pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight for the night was from Lunga, a female body contortionist from South Africa. In addition, Ntombifuthi Pamella Mhlongo dazzled the audience with her voice and costume, made from material showcasing the map of Africa and all its countries. Lunga’s performance was a combination of the bizarre and talent, fused together, as she commanded her body movements with such fluidity against the backdrop of Mhlongo’s sultry voice. She left the audience gasping for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale with the entire troupe of Afrika! Afrika! had the crowd dancing with them. While this is surely a memorable night, I'm forced to question the relevance of the musical overture after the interval break.And then I was hooked! I joined in the dancing and merriment. This is the Africa which western media never show or tell you about. Afrika! Afrika! is truly magical, electrifying, enthralling, colourful and without a doubt, entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-3301389559640250763?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3301389559640250763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=3301389559640250763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3301389559640250763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/3301389559640250763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/afrika-afrika-o2-january-2008.html' title='Afrika! Afrika! (O2 January 2008)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-r1xdIKpcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ywp0rjMaoiY/s72-c/04_AFRIKA-AFRIKA_Keyvisual+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-2820552607813087558</id><published>2008-03-26T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:56:19.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Let There Be Love (Tricycle Theatre -  Feb 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rUgNIKpbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9ThnHdoDFAE/s1600-h/Joseph_Marcell_(Alfred)_and_Sharon_Duncan-Brewster_(Gemma)_in_Let_there_be_Love,_photo_by_Tristram_Kenton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182187970987992498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rUgNIKpbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9ThnHdoDFAE/s320/Joseph_Marcell_(Alfred)_and_Sharon_Duncan-Brewster_(Gemma)_in_Let_there_be_Love,_photo_by_Tristram_Kenton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with this production. Kwame, you got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think good old traditional family theatre is dead, think again. Kwame Kwei-Armah has resurrected the good old family story with his new play, which he also directed. Let There Be Love is a tale of culture, family, relationships and an immigrant tale weaved together, and set against the backdrop of Nat King Cole’s song by the same title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Morris is a West-Indian pensioner with a difference - he is contentious, foul-mouthed, refers to his daughter as ‘pussy hole’ and has terminal cancer. However, his pride and feelings of indifference towards his daughters will not allow him to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for him, his daughters, Gemma and Janet decide to enlist the help of Maria, a Polish immigrant seeking greener pastures in England and works as a house help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is keen to learn all about the English way of life and make a decent living. Soon, Alfred realises that he too can be of help to another and be appreciated because Maria gives him a chance he feels he has never been given by his daughters to be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Maria, we begin to see the vulnerability of Alfred and the compassionate side his children crave for but have no access to. Not only does he supply her with the best way to get her landlord to switch the heating on for much longer by providing her with ‘cheap landlord buster,’ he also practices his love of the English language with her. Calling the moments he kisses his teeth as his way of “an articulation of dissatisfaction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwei-Armah creates an interesting and dynamic relationship between Maria and Alfred which is what keeps the play going; the wittiness and rapport of both characters. It is clear to the audience that they need each other - Alfred needs Maria to listen to his life stories and Maria needs a home when she starts experiencing challenges with her boyfriend. Nevertheless, Alfred will need more from Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwei-Armah brings sensitive topics such as lesbianism from an Afro- Caribbean perspective and euthanasia unto the live stage. He treats both subject matters with an understanding that leaves the audience gasping when Alfred gives Maria a run-through of how he intends to end his life. It was theatre pushing its boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Marcell brings an art of mastery to his role as Alfred Morris. Lydia Leonard is astounding as Maria, and she gave one of the best Polish accents I have ever heard on stage. Sharon Duncan-Brewster pulls of her role as Alfred daughter, a cross between a tomboy and the feminine side his father used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather getting tired of plays that were too ambitious and you are left wondering what the last hour or two was about at the end of it. Kwei-Armah has delivered with Let There Be Love; it is an absorbing and refreshing play and certainly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Tristram Kenton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-2820552607813087558?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2820552607813087558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=2820552607813087558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/2820552607813087558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/2820552607813087558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-there-be-love-tricycle-theatre-feb.html' title='Let There Be Love (Tricycle Theatre -  Feb 2008)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rUgNIKpbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9ThnHdoDFAE/s72-c/Joseph_Marcell_(Alfred)_and_Sharon_Duncan-Brewster_(Gemma)_in_Let_there_be_Love,_photo_by_Tristram_Kenton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1577476362834466388</id><published>2008-03-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:40:09.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>White Boy (Soho Theatre) January 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rR1tIKpaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKBTbEBo02Q/s1600-h/WB_chains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182185041820296610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rR1tIKpaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKBTbEBo02Q/s320/WB_chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorted is a Sudanese teenager who has come to England after experiencing the brutal murder of his family. He soon finds himself in a new environment and culture. It is rather challenging for him to comprehend both worlds and deal with his grief at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky is a white boy who has friends from all over the world, including Victor, a Jamaican, who is Ricky’s football buddy. They are liked and respected by all and as far as they are concerned, they are all ‘breddas.’ Flips, is the school drug dealer and his presence sends shivers down the spine of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident changed everything for these young men and Ricky is forced to confront his white identity in a multicultural Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Tanika Gupta and directed by Juliet Knight, White Boy is a much needed play that takes a look at the gritty realism of teenage culture in Britain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play focuses on knife crime, and, with the government now proposing to introduce metal detectors into some schools, the play certainly makes a strong case against carrying “a blade” for self-defence. But Gupta also explores the themes of identity and teenage violence - it is about who you are as a teenager and your place in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this identity also moves beyond the issue of personal identity and tackles your identity as it relates to your race. Ricky finds himself caught between Flips and Sorted, and doing his best to stay loyal to both parties. An unflinching moment is when Flips refers to Sorted as a ‘refugee monkey.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gupta succeeds in her ability to capture the teenage street language. It is punchy, raw and racy, and adds humour and colour to the dialogue. The set design adds an edge to the play because of the symbolism a school gate adds to the play; their school is where they meet and discover themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the point of no return when Flips is stabbed and knife crime becomes real on the life stage. It is no longer what happens to others but I, as an audience member, I am now part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'll see a play and witness theatre audience with teary eyes. It is a gripping and moving play because of the playwright's ability to convey the mixed emotions which teenagers experience as they try to define their place in society and among their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play is energetic and the young cast is a delight and easily likeable. From the confident and flirty Zara (Venetia Campbell) to Shaz (Peyvand Sadeghian), also a loud mouth but knows her limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaran Owens is menacing as Flips and Luke Norris is brilliant as Ricky; often bringing light-hearted humour to the play with his ability to speak Jamaican Patois, which is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topicality of the play makes it a riveting production; it is concise and cannot be ignored but taken in and digested by all because it brings the epidemic of ‘knife crime’ closer home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The production is sometimes spine-chilling, but without a doubt, White Boy is also an arresting production that leaves you questioning your role in the lives of the youth around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Chris Ridley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1577476362834466388?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1577476362834466388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1577476362834466388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1577476362834466388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1577476362834466388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-boy-soho-theatre-january-2008.html' title='White Boy (Soho Theatre) January 2008'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rR1tIKpaI/AAAAAAAAACs/KKBTbEBo02Q/s72-c/WB_chains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6540493549201292160</id><published>2008-03-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:40:36.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Magic Flute (The Young Vic)  Nov 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rP89IKpZI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCu_qB5xhFM/s1600-h/company_of_the_magic_flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182182967351092626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rP89IKpZI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCu_qB5xhFM/s320/company_of_the_magic_flute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera has never been my idea of a night out. Despite the spectacular elements of enchantment attached to it, I have never been eagerly drawn to it. While I appreciate the talent and energy that emanates from Opera singers whenever I have spared any precious minutes of my time to watch it on television, I have never been intrigued by it. By now you get the idea that it takes a lot to get me to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magic Flute, Mozart’s most famous operatic piece comes to the Young Vic but with a twist he never envisaged. Adapted and directed by Mark Dornford – May, this production has an ensemble of South African singers and musicians. This production gives you a different image of the post-apartheid South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes; Tamino is a young prince from a distant country, rescued from his own nightmares by the attendants of the Queen of the night. He is employed to help rescue Pamina, the Queens daughter, whom she claims has kidnapped by Sarastro. Accompanied by Papageno, the mischievous bird-catcher, who wants love in his life, Tamino gets a magic flute for protection on his journey. Soon they come in contact with Sarastro and find out for themselves, he is not the evil man the Queen of the night claims he is. The young prince soon falls in love with Pamina, who is equally smitten by him. He also decides to become one of Sarastro followers. The stage is set for the trial to decide the fate of the young lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are expecting an orchestra, get ready to be surprised. Mandisi Dyantyis, is the conductor, in a T-shirt and combat trousers, he conducts members of cast who are playing marimbas. As if that was not shocking enough, the stage of the Young Vic has been transformed into a different world. With bamboo sticks holding up the stage in a trapeze form, drums hanging above and fire coming from below as the story unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhelekazi Andy Mosiea and Philisa Sibeko are brilliant in their respective roles as Tamino and Pamina. Zamila Gantana is the hilarious Papageno. Pauline Malefane is astounding as Queen of the night, her voice and sheer stage energy, takes your breath away. Colourful and amazing costumes, especially when Pauline Malefene comes on stage dressed in weaves of raffia add zest to the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are expecting the high octane dance songs and sounds of South Africa, from shows such as Umoja, then this isn’t for you. However, it has its moments with raptous drum sounds. The songs and voices of the singers reverberate throughout the theatre. Despite the odd clumsy dance routines, The Magic Flute will leave you spellbound and nourished, and the ingenious use of bottles to create soaring melodic sounds will leave you wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Keith Pattison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6540493549201292160?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6540493549201292160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6540493549201292160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6540493549201292160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6540493549201292160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/magic-flute-young-vic-nov-2007.html' title='The Magic Flute (The Young Vic)  Nov 2007'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R-rP89IKpZI/AAAAAAAAACk/HCu_qB5xhFM/s72-c/company_of_the_magic_flute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5871068932034805875</id><published>2007-12-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T02:48:22.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Henry V ( The Courtyard Theatre - RSC - Stratford-Upon-Avon November 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1donQPF2bI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ez-A5IcYsGc/s1600-h/HHV107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140692523249162674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1donQPF2bI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ez-A5IcYsGc/s320/HHV107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry V brings to an end, the complete history works of Shakespeare by the RSC, and as with all things Shakespeare, it is full of life and has been interpreted by Michael Boyd with vigour. A story of war and its ruinous damage to those involved fused with humour and of course would be incomplete without the elements of treason, passion and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Streatfeild, gives an astounding performance as the young and zealous Henry V, who rallies the English forces as they take on the might of the French army, a rather ambitious decision that turns out in his favour with the minimal loss of his soldiers and they win the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyd’s interpretation successfuly fuses the the responsibility o king feels towards his nation with his anger and disappointment at betrayal into a compelling story of war,culminating in a heightened burst of emotional energy when the restless king decides to confront the traitors within his own camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This final offering in the history cycle is monumental in style, the physical action on stage which includes the French dukes, a bunch of colourful characters hanging down on a trapeze and movements by Liz Ranken bring an element of entertainment to the whole production as the action unfolds. The English army don’t fail amuse us either with their humorous war antics. An unflinching moment for me was watching Captain Fluellen played by Jonathan Slinger, feed leek to Pistol for his wayward words during battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrifying performances from members of the cast, with the likes of Fluellen, Nym, Mount Joy, played Chuk Iwuji and Alexia Healy in her role as Lady Catherine, indulge us all the way. Henry V is a thrilling production to watch as it brings finality to the critically acclaimed History Cycle season for the RSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: RSC&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Ellie Kurttz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5871068932034805875?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5871068932034805875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5871068932034805875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5871068932034805875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5871068932034805875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/henry-v-courtyard-theatre-rsc-stratford.html' title='Henry V ( The Courtyard Theatre - RSC - Stratford-Upon-Avon November 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1donQPF2bI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ez-A5IcYsGc/s72-c/HHV107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5244874808229617049</id><published>2007-12-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:26:12.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Statement Of Regret (National Theatre - November 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cyewPF2aI/AAAAAAAAACU/5qw2Zif3Zw0/s1600-h/Statement3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140633003592374690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cyewPF2aI/AAAAAAAAACU/5qw2Zif3Zw0/s320/Statement3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwame Kwei-Armah is back with his third play, ‘Statement Of Regret,’ for the National Theatre, after the success of Elmina’s Kitchen and Fix UP. A daring attempt to address the deep seated divisions that exists between Africans and Afro-Caribbeans, and politics becomes the tool of exposing the differences in these communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwaku Mackenzie is the founder and head of IBPR, a political think thank that raises awareness about issues which affects Africans and Afro-Caribbeans in the UK. However, the death of his father and the guilt he feels over his actions of not being there soon takes their toll on him and he hits the bottle. To make matters worse, his family home is in disarray with the arrival of his illegitimate child, and he has lost the confidence of those who work for him. Kwaku is a self condemned man whose decision making ability has become more impaired since his heavy drinking sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will prove costly when IBPR, under Kwaku’s direction takes a radical step in complete contradiction to everything it stands for; fighting for the equality of Africans and Afro-Caribbeans, decides to focus on Afro-Caribbeans only. Creating a disunited Black-British community, even the BNP wants him to speak at some of their events. However, the tensions goes beyond politics, they are also personal as the characters are forced to face up to the stark reality of their individual lives and the prejudices they carry within. Hidden away from the surface yet visible for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set for questions to be asked about the role of slavery for the frosty relationship that still exists between both communities. An argument based on ‘Post-Traumatic Slave Syndrome’, and at the same time seeking to know how far we have come as a community and the amount of healing to be done before we can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laced with humour, “BPT – Black People’s Time”, and energetic dialogue and an outstanding performance from the cast. Don Warrington is superb in the lead role, as of Kwaku and Chu Omambala is brilliant as Idrissa Adebayo, the Oxbridge educated gay and intelligent research director. Who speaks his mind, ever so eloquently and effusively. Clifford Samuel is the office intern with a PHD, who gladly reminds everyone of his academic achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it would have been easier to be an outsider looking in on the action, Kwei-Armah's writing resonates with stories and incidents I have heard and witnessed in past times within my community as a person of African descent living in the UK. He has managed to touch a nerve that needs healing from all side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visceral piece of writing but losses its way in the second half of this production by giving in to the emotions that run high. Taking focus away from the compelling subject matter it started with. Nonetheless, ‘Statement Of Regret’ is a provocative take on a rather delicate issue which is still a taboo when raised in some quarters of the African and Afro-Caribbean communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image:Keith Pattison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5244874808229617049?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5244874808229617049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5244874808229617049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5244874808229617049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5244874808229617049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/statement-of-regret-national-theatre.html' title='Statement Of Regret (National Theatre - November 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cyewPF2aI/AAAAAAAAACU/5qw2Zif3Zw0/s72-c/Statement3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-6789253768762283606</id><published>2007-12-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:16:53.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Investigation (Young Vic - November 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cw3APF2ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVfuMyd9CyY/s1600-h/investigation372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140631221180946834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cw3APF2ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVfuMyd9CyY/s320/investigation372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A courtroom, 6 smartly dressed male actors and 1 actress, and the stage is set for a showdown which examines the Holocaust. The only twist to this story is that its all in French, subtitled in English on two huge projectors for the audience and the cast members are Rwandans and so is the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally written by Peter Weiss, ‘The Investigation’, is one of the most prominent theatre productions to examine Auschwitz for all its horror. Produced by Urwintore, a Rwandan Theatre Company, and adapted and directed, by Dorcy Rugamba, this latest instalment is an introspective look at history’s most recent and atrocious Rwandan genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors in their multiple roles as prosecuting lawyers, victims, defence counsel and defendants cross examine each other with each new case, as they seek answers to the actions of various individuals involved in the case. It is an intense and thrilling trail as victim after victim give accounts of their harrowing experiences, what you have is a gripping succession of stories which leaves you swirling with a wave of emotions and questions of how could we let this happen again? This happens to be the theme that resonates throughout this compelling production with its unadulterated exposure of crimes against humanity in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugamba points out that the aim of this production is not to answer questions but to leave the issue out there for individuals to answer for themselves, “By investigating the Nazi’s crimes, we are prosecuting the crimes of our own time which never succeeded in recovering from Auschwitz crimes.” A point which comes across vividly through the intensity of the play and the few momentary burst of emotions on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choreographed stage movement represent the beginning of a new case or as a different victim relays their bloody and painful story. Outstanding performances from the ensemble of actors gives a voice to each character the audience is introduced to, giving a multitude of polysemic meanings to each case from different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the use of French, seems like a language barrier at first for those of us who don’t understand a word of French. However, the intensity that emanates as the characters tell you their story is powerful enough to have you fully absorbed and make you want to know more about what became of these individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The Investigation’ is an authentic portrayal about a time in history that should never be forgotten and at all cost, should never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is well worth seeing because hearing the voices and seeing things from the eyes of individuals who have lived through these heinous acts of our time keeps you grounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Marc Brenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-6789253768762283606?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6789253768762283606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=6789253768762283606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6789253768762283606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/6789253768762283606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/investigation-young-vic-november-2007.html' title='The Investigation (Young Vic - November 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cw3APF2ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVfuMyd9CyY/s72-c/investigation372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4846283294153406680</id><published>2007-12-05T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:21:15.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Brothers Size (Young Vic - November 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cvzwPF2YI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeXQk9ugrdc/s1600-h/image_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140630065834744194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cvzwPF2YI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeXQk9ugrdc/s320/image_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rare for a new writer to captivate the attention of both critics and audiences alike but Tarell Alvin McCraney has succeeded were others have struggled with his first play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Deep South of Louisiana, ‘The Brothers Size’ explores the bond of brotherhood, written against the backdrop of life’s daily struggles. Ogun and Oshoosi Size are brothers and have chosen different paths in life. However, the love and family bond they share means one is continuously drawn into the other’s world, unwillingly. Ogun, the law abiding older brother, who owns an auto-repair shop, and Oshoosi, his younger brother, an ex-con who is doing his best to stay on the straight and narrow after his recent release from prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Oshoosi’s attempt to do right, the arrival of Elegba, his ex-cell mate soon brings a dramatic twist to their lives and the promise of freedom is once again is threatened and in tatters for the Size brothers. Oshoosi soon learns certain things in life may be free but have a heavy price tag and for him, that could be his freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Bijan Sheibani, the action of the entire play takes place in a circle mapped out by the actors at the beginning, reminiscent of traditional story telling times in the Yoruba culture and other African cultures; when children sit in a circle around as an elder narrates a story. It is more of an accomplishment for McCraney, using the same story telling techniques to introduce characters and scenes as the action unfolds. McCraney excels in his ability to take on Yoruba mythology, using the names of African gods to tell this tale of two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shebani’s interpretation of McCraney’s script successfuly fuses the responsibility Ogun feels towards Oshoosi, and his disappointment and anger at his actions. A compelling story of family history and the dynamic relationship between both brothers, culminating in a heightened burst of emotional energy from Obi Abili as Oshoosi, and Nyasha Hatendi as Ogun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic stage movements choreographed by Aline David and the continuous music by Manuel Pinheiro, which accompanies the actions on stage combined with electrifying performances of Abili, Nyasha and Martello-White as Elegaba, is both delightful and captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Size is an evocative production and McCraney is an exciting new voice to watch out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Marc Brenner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4846283294153406680?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4846283294153406680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4846283294153406680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4846283294153406680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4846283294153406680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/brothers-size-young-vic-november-2007.html' title='The Brothers Size (Young Vic - November 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cvzwPF2YI/AAAAAAAAACE/XeXQk9ugrdc/s72-c/image_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-647747422683396297</id><published>2007-12-05T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:03:51.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Joe Guy (Soho Theatre - November 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cuMQPF2XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNmi-Ve-k6I/s1600-h/JOEGUYAbdulSalisandJosephMorganCummiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628287718283634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cuMQPF2XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNmi-Ve-k6I/s320/JOEGUYAbdulSalisandJosephMorganCummiskey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Boateng, better known as Joe Guy, is a young premiership footballer of Ghanaian heritage. He soon finds himself living the life he has always dreamed of; the fame, the money, the notoriety and of course the bling. Gone are the days when he was mocked for his strong Ghanaian accent, ridiculed by the girls and bullied on all sides and the assault goes as far as him being called Kunta Kinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is the new kid on the block until he meets Carlton the menace and Rod Campbell, his team mates and the road to self-destruct is set for this promising young talent. Who questions his own identity as he tries to fit in and finds himself lost in the hype of his own ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Guy is an explosive and vulgar exposure about the underlining tensions that exists between Africans and Afro-Caribbeans, as it examines the issues of race and identity through a theatrical lens. It also gives a rare glimpse into the life the premiership world for all its eccentricities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Williams writes with a birds eye view on his chosen theme as he delivers sensational yet punchy and witty dialogue again and again. Abdul Salis is effulgent as Joe Guy and Mo Sesay, once again has not failed to let his brilliance as an actor shine through. Interestingly, there is great rapport between both men in the opening scene which was hilarious and captivating, makes them a dynamic stage duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elufowoju, Jr, succeeds in his ability to take on an immensely sensitive subject matter and marry it to dramatic artistry, bringing life and humour to an issue that is rather swept aside. While the Despite a muffled up dug-out scene where it was rather challenging to hear Mo Sesay clearly, ‘Joe Guy’ is a sharp, energetic, exciting and brilliant production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image courtesy of Tiata Fahodzi and Stepehn Cummiskey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-647747422683396297?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/647747422683396297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=647747422683396297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/647747422683396297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/647747422683396297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/joe-guy-soho-theatre-november-2007.html' title='Joe Guy (Soho Theatre - November 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cuMQPF2XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNmi-Ve-k6I/s72-c/JOEGUYAbdulSalisandJosephMorganCummiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4076418237903503376</id><published>2007-12-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:54:47.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Rough Crossings  (Lyric Hammersmith - October 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1crlwPF2WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KEQo39RwJ6Q/s1600-h/Rough_Crossings_Production_Shots_151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140625427270064482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1crlwPF2WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KEQo39RwJ6Q/s320/Rough_Crossings_Production_Shots_151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the American Civil War and slaves who were brought over from Africa dessert their masters to join the British army with the promise of their freedom. However, after the war, they find themselves in Nova Scotia, and the promise of freedom, unfulfilled. Feeling betrayed and abandoned, Patrick Robinson is his role as Thomas Peters takes it upon himself to fight for the justice of his people and travels to England to demand justice for the way they have been treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set across three continents and countries, Europe (Great Britain), North America (United States) and Africa (Sierra Leone), Rough Crossings is the compelling true story of freed slaves sent back to Africa in the hope of deciding their own destiny. Based on a book by the same title and written by the historian, Simon Schama, and adapted for stage by Caryl Phillips. Directed by Rupert Goold, Rough Crossings is a play about vision, betrayal, prejudice, courage and fight for freedom at a time when slave trade was the most profitable business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tilting stage, which symbolises the sea and journey of the slaves to the different places they find themselves before returning to Africa, gets your attention when you walk into the theatre. The use of old Negro spiritual hymns and songs, adds a depth of humanity to the characters and helps the audience to experience their pain with them. The use of movement, scenic backdrps and video clips to represent the different transitions in the play also serve the thrilling production justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast delivers a powerful understanding of the story and of their individual characters as well as their ability to take on more than one role. Patrick Robinson (Thomas Peters) gives an outstanding performance as a charismatic character whose voice of opposition cannot be ignored. He is a man who is sure of himself and strength, and though he is seen by the others at some point as being contentious, he believes in his own self-worth. “I’m a man not an object to be cast aside once someone decides he has no use of me” as poignantly put to David George (Peter De Jersey) who serves a priest to the slaves and bring a godly perspective to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Rough Crossings is enthralling and thought provoking as it explores cultural arguments which are still deeply rooted on both sides of the Atlantic. It is also told from a multi-dimensional point of view; the Americans who lost their slaves and wanted them back, the British crusaders, who fought for the abolition of slavery and the freed slaves themselves. On the other side of the coin, it feels like an ensemble of messy acts joined together by the magnitude of the subject matter known as slave trade. If you are not conversant with the original story, it feels muddled up and takes a while to work out the point you are at with the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly could have done with more depth as to what happened to the slaves upon their arrival in their new found African utopia. The audience is rather inundated with a succession of events as John Clarkson (Ed Hughes) tries to restore order and keep two opposing sides at peace. The White settlers who run the Sierra Leone Company and the freed slaves who want more from their home soil and feel the British Government has ignored them and fallen short on promises made. While the sum total of the story culminates in Sierra Leone, it also raises the question of what it means to be free and at liberty. Though this stage production fails to deliver on the same level of narrative vigour with which Schama tells the story in his book. It is still an imaginative and innovative attempt to recreate history on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Manuel Harlan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4076418237903503376?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4076418237903503376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4076418237903503376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4076418237903503376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4076418237903503376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/rough-crossings-lyric-hammersmith.html' title='Rough Crossings  (Lyric Hammersmith - October 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1crlwPF2WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KEQo39RwJ6Q/s72-c/Rough_Crossings_Production_Shots_151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4291338503994333807</id><published>2007-12-05T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:41:42.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Features'/><title type='text'>An African Theatre Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cnhQPF2VI/AAAAAAAAABs/C1veOxAr2VU/s1600-h/Joe_Guy_-_Yvonne_Dodoo_%26_Abdul_Salis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140620951914142034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cnhQPF2VI/AAAAAAAAABs/C1veOxAr2VU/s320/Joe_Guy_-_Yvonne_Dodoo_%26_Abdul_Salis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiata Fahodzi, is celebrating a decade of producing work which explores the richness and heritage of theatre inspired by British-African communities. Aimed at all-inclusive British audience, the company has established itself firmly on the UK theatre landscape by continuously, placing British-Africans at the heart of its productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarded as the foremost British-African Theatre in the UK, Tiata Fahodzi, translates as ‘‘theatre of the emancipated,’’ and was founded in 1997, by its current artistic director, Femi Elufowoju, Jr, who has been at the helm of the company for the last 10 years. Born in London to Nigerian parents, Elufowoju Jr, originally trained as a solicitor before turning to dramatic arts. He worked as an actor for six years and later trained as a Regional Theatre Young Director in 1996 at Theatre Royal Stratford, before forming the company with the sole aim of addressing the under-representation of African theatre in the UK in the 90s. However, what started off as a small ambition is today, one of the most highly recognised British-African theatre companies in the UK theatre landscape. “I had a small ambition, it wasn’t huge. It was a small ambition to try and redress in my own small way, the perspective of black theatre in Britain as it existed then” says Elufowoju Jr. A perspective he believes to have mainly been that of a huge British-Caribbean viewpoint. “I had the opportunity as a theatre facilitator and storyteller to change that balance in a particular way and that’s why I formed the company” he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its early beginnings, the company has staged 14 major productions and its play reading festival, Tiata Delights, which celebrates African playwrights, a platform for their work to be presented to the public for the first time, recently celebrated its third successive year. The company’s last major stage outing was ‘The Estate’ at the Soho Theatre in 2006, which won critical acclaim with critics and audiences alike. Elufowoju, Jr, describes his experience over the last decade as a “Huge learning curve. Running a theatre is like running a crèche; it goes beyond actually producing a play.” It is a responsibility he deems to be one that gives you the remit of carrying out certain roles; from managing personnel, keeping the artistes prepared, happy and valued, to fulfilling certain criteria’s with funding bodies, and of course, producing the work. He believes the latter, is “The most important thing because you want members of the audience to appreciate and connect with the work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for its instinctive approach and style of examining Black-British culture, its latest production is no different. ‘Joe Guy,’ written by Roy Williams, an award winning playwright and directed by Elufowoju Jr, and is showing at the Soho Theatre later this month. It explores issues of identity and celebrity, and the historical tensions and bitter prejudices, which exist between African and Caribbean communities, where young African descendants distance themselves from a unified Black Britain. On his decision to deal with a controversial subject matter, Elufowoju Jr, says “It’s controversial because people don’t talk about it. It’s sacred and almost a taboo actually” and he sees this production as “a vulgar exposure of the theme.” He hopes both British-Africans and Caribbeans are empowered because it is not meant to criticise anyone, rather, it is “An attack on both races and sensibilities due to the experiences permeating society.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiata Fahodzi’s, alliance with Soho Theatre - regarded as a jewel in the West End for its choice of diverse work goes beyond a joint effort to create work for audiences and make profits. Together, they have collaborated on two productions - ‘The Estate’ and ‘Joe Guy.’ Lisa Goldman, artistic director of Soho Theatre, points out that Soho Theatre, aims to bring a balance to collaborations but admits, “We love the work of Tiata Fahodzi, and Femi’s work is always entertaining and invigorating but his purpose is deeply serious.” While she appreciates the artistic values embedded in Tiata Fahodzi productions, she also believes they are “Exploring vital contemporary themes and deep complex emotions. I think audiences respond to the richness of that experience,” she adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Elufowoju, Jr, admits that the last 10 years of the company’s life has been, “An eclectic variety of exposing one’s self with its fair measure of trail and tribulation, emotions and celebrations.” He would also love to think that their latter years as a company will be euphoric times. Despite the challenges along the way, the company has been able to give back to the community for which it was created to fulfil a role by creating a platform for young British-Africans to maximise their artistic skills. Among those who have benefited from the work of Tiata Fahodzi, are Mo Sesay, Yvonne Dodoo and Nick Oshikalu. They all hold Elufowoju Jr, in high esteem because they get sense of camaraderie each time they work with him. They are in agreement about the prominent role of Tiata Fahodzi, which they believe is “To humanise the British African experience, allowing us to be seen as human beings, who have the same universal aspirations, flaws, goals and dreams as the rest of the British population” explains Sesay. Sesay and Oshikalu worked with Elufowoju Jr, on The Gods Are Not To Blame, its 2005 production at the Arcola theatre and are reunited with him for ‘Joe Guy’. Though Sesay has worked with Elufowoju Jr, on several projects, this is Oshikalu’s third time and on this occasion as an assistant director. “Femi allows me to portray human beings with all their complexities, their failings and successes,” says Sesay. Oshikalu credits the company for doors of opportunities that have been opened to him, “Personally, since working with the company, it has opened up casting opportunities that wouldn’t have come up with other companies and it has helped my personal development as an actor, and given me an amazing opportunity to try my hand at directing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dodoo, has only worked with Elufowoju Jr, once, in her role as Sola, in The Estate she has also reaped the benefits of being exposed before audiences through theatre and recently landed a role on The Bill for two episodes, to be shown in December. On his ability as a director and contribution to British-African theatre, they are fervent that “Femi is a credit to his contemporaries,” as affirmed by Dodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Elufowoju Jr, is excited about Joe Guy and anticipates how well it will be received, he is sure the future for the company is bright and he looks forward to Tiata Fahodzi’s eclectic repertoire of work which he believes will continue to enchant their audiences as well as an all inclusive British audience. “We have come a long way from our artistic mission statement, we wanted to say something about redressing” he says. Now we feel that we are at a place where we can leave the really classical indigenous forms of African theatre and now try to embrace theatre forms from both South of the Atlantic, British and Africa.” One of such future productions is its first family Christmas show, planned for 2009 at the Unicorn Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his legacy, though he admits there are people he cannot be compared with, like the Oliviers and Branaghs, he simply wants to be remembered as “The man who allowed and found the ability for African theatre to exist within the mainstream British theatre and I want the legacy of Tiata Fahodzi not to die with my departure” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feature can also be found on the BBC London Website:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/articles/2007/10/17/your_london_tiata_feature.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/articles/2007/10/17/your_london_tiata_feature.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also featured, is an image gallery of Tiata Fahodzi's 10 years in Theatre: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/image_galleries/your_london_tiata_gallery.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/image_galleries/your_london_tiata_gallery.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Stephen Cummiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4291338503994333807?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4291338503994333807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4291338503994333807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4291338503994333807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4291338503994333807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/african-theatre-renaissance.html' title='An African Theatre Renaissance'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cnhQPF2VI/AAAAAAAAABs/C1veOxAr2VU/s72-c/Joe_Guy_-_Yvonne_Dodoo_%26_Abdul_Salis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1077546665080189713</id><published>2007-12-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:42:56.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Features'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cjYAPF2UI/AAAAAAAAABk/jr_MkNFogAk/s1600-h/Talawa(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140616394953840962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cjYAPF2UI/AAAAAAAAABk/jr_MkNFogAk/s320/Talawa(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Regarded as Britain’s best-known Black-led theatre company, Talawa Theatre Company is celebrating 21 years on the British theatre landscape with its first full Production in two years - Pure Gold, written by Michael Bhim, an emerging playwright, who is gaining the respect of his contemporaries. Is a renaissance on the horizon for Black-British theatre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first meet Michael Bhim, you get the impression of a quiet and reserved young man. Beneath the exterior of his calm and unruffled personality, he is letting his pen do all the talking that needs to be done as part of a group of young and emerging playwrights in the UK from the Black-British community. At 26 years of age, Bhim’s first full length play, Pure Gold, is currently showing at the Soho Theatre, as a collaborative production of Soho Theatre and Talawa Theatre Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, Bhim and Talawa are putting Black-British subjects on the UK theatre landscape. Adding to his already budding list of accolades, he was recently nominated for the Meyer Whitworth Award for his short play, Distant Violence, an honour which he say makes “Me feel extremely grateful to the people with tons of experience in this field who have supported me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, becoming a playwright was a distant thought to Bhim, who dropped out of College but later went back to pursue a (BA) in English and Literature. “It was the last thing I’d ever imagined myself to be. Three years ago, writing was irrelevant in my life, as was theatre” says Bhim. However, the case is now the reverse because Bhim’s second play, which he is currently developing, has also been commissioned by Talawa Theatre Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey has been a learning curve for Bhim, from the days when he was inspired to write his first play to its first reading at Tiata Delights 2006, a reading festival which celebrates writers of African heritage and organised by Tiata Fahodzi, one of Britain’s foremost British-African theatre companies. Bhim, whose roots stretch to Africa (Zimbabwe) and the Caribbean, and he is quintessentially British, delights in the knowledge that he is an avid observer of his immediate environment. Hence, it is no surprise that Pure Gold, which deals with the themes of fatherhood, poverty and family tensions, and described as a snapshot of Black inner-city life, as a father struggles to provide for his family. Bhim explains he was inspired by “The many people I lived with, in and around inner-city London, watching how our deferred dreams manifested in our daily lives.” He also drew from his personal experiences and family background while writing the script, “Growing up, there was hardly any money, lots of ambitions, good intentions and dreams but no money” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhim, credits his life’s experiences as the pool of creative wealth, which has helped him to better understand the importance of character and dialogue in script. “We carry a wealth of cultural history in the way we speak and for me a character is about life’s experience and emotional state” explains Bhim. When he is able to fit these different factors together and imagine what it is like to live a certain way, then he can step into the shoes of the character he wants to create and find the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the artistic values which were embedded in the script and attracted Pat Cumper, artistic director of Talawa Theatre Company, also an accomplished playwright and one of the UK’s most respected Black writers. “As soon as I read Michael’s play, I knew it was something I wanted to bring to the stage. He writes about the Black British experience in a way that makes it universal and powerful” she explains. The future of the working relationship between Talawa and Bhim was further sealed as Cumper admits being impressed by Bhim’s ability to bring his characters to life. “I was immediately impressed by the complexity of the characters and their relationships, and gave ordinary characters a poetic voice and observed them with great humanity” she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a theatre company, Talawa has taken rest from the public stage in the last two years, gone through a process of re-structuring and is back with its vision of exploring the Black-British experience and finding the voices that tell Black-British stories. It is a period in the company’s history which Cumper believes has allowed them to go back to basics in order to return as, “Re-branded, re-focused and revitalised with a clear mission; to tell Black British stories, nurture the talent to best do so and welcome Black audiences, and audiences for Black work to our productions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way Talawa is developing and nurturing this talent, is through its New Writing programme and has worked with the likes of Derek Walcott and Courttia Newland in times past. The New Writing arm of the company comprises of Talawa Writers Group, Script Development and Script Reading. Bhim has benefited from being a member of Talawa Writers Group, which offers emerging and established playwrights the opportunity to expand on their skills with key industry leaders and present their work in a showcase of play readings. “Sometimes, the best thing you can do for a writer, is to believe in their work and put your money where you mouth is” explains Cumper. This seems to have paid off with Bhim, who credits Cumper for the assistance he received while working with Talawa. “Pat Cumper, the artistic director has been a great pillar of support and encouragement. As a writer herself, she has immense understanding of how to mentor a new writer such as myself” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bhim, whose primary aim was “to create a fresh artistic identity for the Black-British image and have people relate to the experience of the overlooked voices in this country.” It looks like his plan has worked with well respected critics like Lyn Gardner of the Guardian newspaper admitting the play has grit to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Cumper and Talawa have plans to keep developing their writers and new writing through stories that reflect Black-British life, she also envisions the future of the company as a bright one with shows across London and the regions Most importantly, she would like “TalawaTheatre Company to have a solid reputation for excellence, and a loyal audience for our work and be a respected part of Britain’s cultural landscape” she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bhim, who remembers sitting in Hyde Park not long ago with the script for Pure Gold in his hands after it had been rejected by every theatre but looks back today and is grateful for how uncompromising about what he wrote. It is not strange for every writer to desire their work is produced. As for Bhim, “I no longer worry about the things I can’t control. I’m a writer and I write, that is enough for me.” he says. “If I get the chance to share my thoughts and feelings with the outside world, it is a bonus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While recent times has seen a continuous growth in the rise of British Playwrights, from Kwame Kwei-Armah, whose new play, Statement of Regret will be at the National Theatre this November, to Roy Williams, also opening this October with Joe Guy, showing at the Soho Theatre and the added bonus that Pure Gold was a success. It looks like a bright future is indeed in-store for Black-British theatre in the UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A version of this feature can also be found at: &lt;a href="http://sayitloud.org.uk/data/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=259&amp;amp;Itemid=75"&gt;http://sayitloud.org.uk/data/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=259&amp;amp;Itemid=75&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Talawa Theatre Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1077546665080189713?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1077546665080189713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1077546665080189713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1077546665080189713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1077546665080189713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/R1cjYAPF2UI/AAAAAAAAABk/jr_MkNFogAk/s72-c/Talawa(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-8321655387325574011</id><published>2007-11-15T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:55:28.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Meetings (Arcola Theatre October 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0u7pz-F6I/AAAAAAAAABc/yRdFanAQtJg/s1600-h/Inika_Leigh_Wright_as_Jean_photographer_TriniJungleJuice.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133310752643225506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0u7pz-F6I/AAAAAAAAABc/yRdFanAQtJg/s400/Inika_Leigh_Wright_as_Jean_photographer_TriniJungleJuice.com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food serves as a metaphor for the old way of life that Hugh craves. For his wife, Jean, meetings and more meetings is the only way of ensuring she climbs up the ladder in the new corporate world they couple have found themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1980s Trinidad, the economy is booming and Hugh and Jean, a high-flying business couple, have every reason to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Nicholai La Barrie as Hugh meets an old woman selling traditional Caribbean food he remembers the meals his mother used to make: he realizes what is missing in his life. Starting with food, Hugh changes his whole way of life. His search for happiness leads him away from swimming pools, a speed boat and Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Meetings’ is a darkly comic look at a generation tempted by the fast cars and fast food of the American lifestyle but rooted in a more traditional culture. Their search for an identity, torn between heritage and globalisation, is as recognisable today as it was in the 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh wants the traditional things in life that his Trinidadian Culture has to offer him; Jean (Inika Leigh-Wright) on the other hand wants a slice of the economic boom in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Mustapha Matura, who is regarded as one of the finest dramatist of West Indian origin; Meetings is set in Trinidad, his place of birth. It is a play that delves into the loss of cultural heritage and tradition, a clash between the old and the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh wants real Trinidadian food, like coo-coo to get back that old feeling of what it means to be home but Jean can’t be bothered to make any because she is too busy with her meetings, a point she reiterates when she tell him, “I’m not ya mother younno,” when her husband makes a point about the kitchen having everything they need except food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, his new found appetite for the old way of life is satisfied by Elsa (Davina Anderson), the house-help brought in to help make traditional food for Hugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we are faced with class divide as shown through the characters of Elsa and Jean, two different women with separate lives. While Jean has lost sight of her history, Elsa is still very much connected to the old way of life and Hugh has rediscovered his passion for that old way of life, which Jean no longer wants for them as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Barnard succeeds in his ability to bring to light the questions raised by Matura in this reprised production of Meetings. While it does not tug at you emotionally, it is successful in its ability to provoke thought and question us as individuals about the little things in life which we sometimes take for granted such as family, identity and heritage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Trini Jungle Juice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-8321655387325574011?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8321655387325574011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=8321655387325574011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8321655387325574011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8321655387325574011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/meetings-october-2007-arcola-theatre.html' title='Meetings (Arcola Theatre October 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0u7pz-F6I/AAAAAAAAABc/yRdFanAQtJg/s72-c/Inika_Leigh_Wright_as_Jean_photographer_TriniJungleJuice.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-7376794606237570593</id><published>2007-11-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:55:57.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Pure Gold (Soho Theatre October 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0tM5z-F5I/AAAAAAAAABU/y12Fzu3ceB4/s1600-h/puregoldprod2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133308849972713362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0tM5z-F5I/AAAAAAAAABU/y12Fzu3ceB4/s400/puregoldprod2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue London skyline serves as the scenic backdrop for Simon’s desire to provide for his family. Written by Michael Bhim and directed by Indhu Rubasingham and the return of Talawa Theatre Company to the stage after two years; Pure Gold is a transparent depiction of the realities of the everyday London life of a man and his struggles to provide for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon is doing the best his best to ensure the financial well-being of his family, re-gain the respect of his wife and the approval of his son. However, he also feels cheated by the harsh realities of life that surrounds him, especially the lack of job opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faced with limited choices, Simon’s decisions are that of a man who will do whatever it takes to be counted as a man in the eyes of those he loves but will his decisions also cost him the respect he is fighting so hard to gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gritty examination of the daily frustrations of life, which culminates in the domestic violence and abuse hailed at Marsha (Golda Rosheuvel) from Simon (Clarence Smith) with their son, Anthony (Louis Ekoku) caught in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bold take on one man's struggles with poverty through the eyes of the up-and-coming playwright, Michael Bhim, is compelling and powerful. His ability to take a subject matter that permeates throughout society as it deals with the everyday life and situation of a family shows great promise for this young writer with his first full length play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play brings to the surface questions such as, does money really make you important and is life about the choices we make as it reverts back to the old notion of what makes a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure Gold &lt;/em&gt;is an intense and delightful production for anyone who can understand the challenges and set backs of getting by in today’s fast pace world and reiterates that gold comes at a price. It is a snapshot of life and its present day realities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Richard H. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-7376794606237570593?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7376794606237570593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=7376794606237570593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7376794606237570593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7376794606237570593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/pure-gold.html' title='Pure Gold (Soho Theatre October 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0tM5z-F5I/AAAAAAAAABU/y12Fzu3ceB4/s72-c/puregoldprod2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4592947057276517656</id><published>2007-11-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:29:30.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Shows Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0qC5z-F4I/AAAAAAAAABM/s4keTy-gyd4/s1600-h/da+kink+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133305379639138178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0qC5z-F4I/AAAAAAAAABM/s4keTy-gyd4/s400/da+kink+image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage for all its faults is also a strong place for telling it like it is and having no need to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a few productions in the years past, even prevous year that have stayed with me for the right reasons. If you are yet to see &lt;em&gt;'Da Kink In My Hair'&lt;/em&gt;, I beg you, make time the next time you find out its in town. It will lift your spirit and make you laugh. Trey Anthony is a prolific writer. She knows how to speak to the heart of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are women telling their stories and they tell a good story that is ebullient and thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Brothers'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Angie Lamar, helps to understand how men think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have never heard of &lt;em&gt;'TownShip Stories'&lt;/em&gt;, one words sums it up, Gritty. Just sheer gritty realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were provocative and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image: &lt;a href="http://www.treyanthony.com/1_1-overview.php"&gt;http://www.treyanthony.com/1_1-overview.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4592947057276517656?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4592947057276517656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4592947057276517656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4592947057276517656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4592947057276517656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/shows-through-time.html' title='Shows Through Time'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rz0qC5z-F4I/AAAAAAAAABM/s4keTy-gyd4/s72-c/da+kink+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-8357909880306469248</id><published>2007-11-15T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:15:38.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>What Makes Theatre Great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I deliberately look for colourful people. They're are very right for theatre. Theatre has to be theatrical"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Lanford Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy anything that stimulates the mind then we have something in common. For me, its theatre. There's something about it which makes it so different to other forms of art. Yes, its live, direct and in you face but its the sheer factor that it is life for all its reality, yet it is not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what playwrights think about when they create the characters we come to know for those few hours we sit with them, get to know them, sympathise with them and then fall in love with them if we like them. If not, we are more than hapy to see them go to the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine its like the process of pregnanacy, just less physical and emotional. As a playwright, you carry a character inside you from the stage of conception and then give birth. Same way, you become a lunatic as you hit the keys, puncnhing those words out and soimetimes, you find you have to say those words out loud; inorder to get a feel and rythmn of what they sound like. Guess what, you become a lunatic for them. Poeple even laugh at you and think you have gone crazy. I know, it has happened to me and still does. I talk to myself on the bus and a little while back, a friend asked me why I was having a converstaion with myself? Though my lips were not moving, the characters had me engrossed deep in converstion and I forgot about my immediate surrondings. They had my full and undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same way, an established playright has a relationship with their characters. It is one of the tricks to creating colourful characters. To know them like you know yourself. However, you must also be able to let them breathe and walk on their own. That's why you have to seperate yourself from them and let them tell their story. Like you would let go of your children, when you know its time to stop babysitting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters are human beings in play, they have a mind and a will. A personality and can their own decisions. They live like we do. They are vicarious about life and if they are dull and boring, they are not afarid to let it show either. Characters are who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing my play has meant a lot of thinking and I am yet to scracth the surface of what makes a great masterpeiece. I get nervous that I am might be going down the route of melodrama but if I don't let it flow like it is now, then how will I be able to correct myself and avoid the melodrama I hate in theatre productions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to the paper right before amd write those words ike tomorrow is the day it gives birth to itself on the live stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-8357909880306469248?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8357909880306469248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=8357909880306469248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8357909880306469248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8357909880306469248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-makes-theatre-great.html' title='What Makes Theatre Great?'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-9026053593217914338</id><published>2007-10-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:55:33.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>What's This About?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you can tell without a shadow of doubt, theatre is my second home. Anything live and on stage gets the baby in me kicking. There is something about carrying an idea from its conception stage to the very point where you give birth. The whole process is a beauty, creating characters, giving them a voice, watching them grow and become live characters is unexplainable. You just can't match it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a stage play to me is the ability to create a world that you believe in, a world you can identify with, a world you have lived in and still live in. Writing is about the writers experiences; it might not be their personal experieince but it is theirs because they lived, witnessed, heard and felt it. It is about using your senses to observe the world around you and bring to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently writing a stage play for a proposed dissertation and this blogpage is part of my story to creating a whole new world in the next three months. Starting today, 21 October 2007. What does that mean? Basically, I have the right, power and ability to create a text that you or anyone out there will read and beleive every word of it. At least, I pray and hope so. I also pray you appreciate the slice of life I am able to bring to the table in my own little way. The sum total is for you to agree it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I will learn about Dramatic Action, Climax, Suspense, Characters and Dialogue. It is not a process I take lightly because my audience has entrusted me with the ability to create a work that is truthful to its core. An undiluted version of events from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my audience? My audience is anyone that will read this blogpage and my script and is able to interprete it based on their socail and cultural background. This is the point where I tell you that the audience interpretation of any stage work is through the eyes of their own personal experiences. They bring a world and wealth of life to the work and it through that lense, they are able to tell you if you are on point or you wasted your time and their time with your choice of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am going to stop here but I deeply urge you to keep coming back to this page and read as it will be updated regularly. I will tell you about my current work with the Royal Shakespeare Company, bring you previews and reviews of some shows and trust me to tell you more as my stage play develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have no intentions of telling you who I am. That doesn't matter. What matters is that this work of creativity creates its own identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-9026053593217914338?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9026053593217914338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=9026053593217914338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9026053593217914338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/9026053593217914338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-this-about.html' title='What&apos;s This About?'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4566898079603291664</id><published>2007-10-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Torn (July 2007 Arcola Theatre)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt5qeQtSBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UzAGLUNATvY/s1600-h/2007_06_14_11-30-53Torn-web-Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822771648677906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt5qeQtSBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UzAGLUNATvY/s400/2007_06_14_11-30-53Torn-web-Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha finally meets a man who loves her for who she is after a series of abusive relationships. He helps her to aspire and aim high in life; David brings out the best in her. She is his African Queen but there is just one problem. Natasha is Jamaican and David is Nigerian. A war of cultural tensions between Natasha’s Afro-Caribbean and David’s African heritage ensues and heir love is a taboo to both their cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s sister, Kemi (Yetunde Oduwole) is adamant her brother will not be seen with a “Riff Raff or Jamos,” terms used to describe Jamaicans in the play. Natasha’s father, Malcom (Brad Damon) describes Africans as “You people.” The irony of the play is brought head on by Freddie (Chris David Store), the only white character in the play, who tells it like it really is, “They are both black, in 'it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; brings to the surface, the issues of cultural tensions faced by many, who come from different backgrounds, race and culture, and fall in love with what their race and culture deems to be unacceptable. Yet, they live silently with their pain in order to maintain tradition. It questions our prejudices despite the fact that we are of the same tree, we feel such anger towards each another without any reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are those personal issues and perceptions we as individuals ignorantly carry about towards people of the same race and heritage because our culture and country of origin is different to the other? When do we stop living our lives in our past history and start living and loving for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witty writing debut by Femi Oguns, who also gives an outstanding performance as David, the acting is as loud, intense and emotionally charged as the dialogue is hard hitting and humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a thought-provoking performance which displays our ignorance when it comes to the tool of slavery that was used to separate us and we refuse to let go of our anger towards one another for acts perpetrated against us. A tug of emotions run through you as you sit back and experience the pain the characters feel on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Oguns succeeds in ridiculing the lazy liberal view of black Britons as one homogenous community. Impressively, he lets these tensions reveal themselves through everyday detail, notably in a hilarious exchange over the different textures of African and Caribbean hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the play can be accused of hinging on the borderline of melodrama in latter scenes, it dares to raise a subject that the ethnic minority community has gladly ignored for years as it silently ravages through the lives of its children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4566898079603291664?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4566898079603291664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4566898079603291664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4566898079603291664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4566898079603291664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/torn-july-2007-arcola-theatre.html' title='Torn (July 2007 Arcola Theatre)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt5qeQtSBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UzAGLUNATvY/s72-c/2007_06_14_11-30-53Torn-web-Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5534774292769998207</id><published>2007-10-21T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Big White Fog (Almedia Theatre May 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt0peQtSAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pqquDimZJw0/s1600-h/35455_BigWhiteFogArmatradingJules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123817256910669826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt0peQtSAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pqquDimZJw0/s400/35455_BigWhiteFogArmatradingJules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Chicago’s South side in the 1920s, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Big White Fog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;chronicles the story of the Mason family, headed by Victor Mason (Danny Sapani) as they strive to keep their vision of America dreams alive amid the great depression and the racial divide. Family tensions soon ensue when Victor's commitment to Marcus Garvey’s, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Back To Africa Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; begins to cripples their dream as a family. Though the movement proclaims its dedication to the freedom of the black man and envisions a day when all African Americans will be free and go back to Africa, where “The hope and destined fulfilment of the Negro’s dream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people like Daniel Rogers (Tony Armatrading) who consider it to be a flawed revolution and believes their heritage is right there in America. Victor's insistent on investing his family’s wealth in Marcus Garvey's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Black Star Line&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;turns out to be a decision that will cost them more than they would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally charged, as tensions run high when each character is forced to face up to the vicissitudes life hands to them. The audience gets a raw deal on the dynamics. Jenny Jules' Ella Mason has no voice in the decision making process of her family as Victor takes charge and wants everyone aboard his ship and his dream of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester Mason (Tunji Kasim) has high hopes of gaining a scholarship to go college but his dreams are dashed when he is refused based on the colour of his skin and is made to sacrifice his future for the family when they run into financial trouble during the depression. The use of subtext within the play gives the characters greater depth. Victor Mason’s relationship with his mother-in-law was deeper than just domestic issues. It was a good portrayal of the strain on relationship within the Black community at the time - where one feels superior to the other due to skin tone, education and financial standing - and this is reflected in the relationship between Victor and Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Big White Fog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was written in 1937 by Theodore Ward, who died in 1983 and this landmark family drama reveals how these battling factions fare during this raw and vivid period in American history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novella Nelson's Martha Brooks is the matriarch of the family and Wanda Mason (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) is the granddaughter who wants more from life and believes getting an education is a waste because it will get her nowhere in America as long as you are black. “There’s nothing in this country for a Negro girl to look forward to, and you know it as well as I.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play is set in the living room of the Masons, giving a homely and cosy feel to the production and the audience is made to feel like they are right in the middle of the action as each scene unfolds. The depiction of the grandmother sewing and Ella shelling real peas was an interesting way of bringing the real world onto the stage. Giving a platform to explore the interaction between the women and men during that time in history and the situations they faced up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the play is a delight to watch as it gives you a glimpse of past life, it also makes you question if Ward’s observation of life in the 1920s has left America today. Is life still a ‘Big White Fog?’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Catherine Ashmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5534774292769998207?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5534774292769998207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5534774292769998207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5534774292769998207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5534774292769998207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-white-fog.html' title='The Big White Fog (Almedia Theatre May 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxt0peQtSAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pqquDimZJw0/s72-c/35455_BigWhiteFogArmatradingJules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1085488020509525575</id><published>2007-10-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:14:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>African Snow (Trafalgal Studios May 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxtxd-QtR_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uDWKFu6j-jU/s1600-h/african_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123813760807290866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxtxd-QtR_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uDWKFu6j-jU/s400/african_snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Newton is famously known as the London-born slave trader who repented of his involvement in selling slaves, and gave the world one of its most popular Christian hymns, ‘Amazing Grace.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is back in a starring role as himself in &lt;em&gt;African Snow&lt;/em&gt;. A contemporary theatrical production chronicling the life of Olaudah Equiano or as he was by his slave name, given by his slave masters, Gustavus Vassa, based on his book, &lt;em&gt;‘The Narrative Of The Life Of Olaudah Equiano.&lt;/em&gt;’ A book that proved immensely popular during the anti-slavery campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensely powerful and moving with Israel Oyelumade in the role of Equiano and Roger Alborough in the role of John Newton, two men whose paths cross; one as a slave and the other a slave trader. Interestingly, the play is set in Newton’s thought and imagination and the supposed imaginary meeting between both men gives Equiano the opportunity to question Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confrontation between both men makes Newton, the guilt-ridden and shamed slave trader, look inward and examine his life as he seeks forgiveness for his past actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scenes create the emotional backdrop for the whole play. Newton describes himself as “I was ignorantly happy” explaining fulfilment from been a slaver until his conscience begins to nag him. What transpires next was powerful enough to show the audience where both men were at different points in the play and their individual journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between are monologues by Equiano to give the audience a better understanding of his story and the opportunity to experience the ills he suffered; the name calling; the beatings for refusing the name given to him by his slave masters, the pain he carries for being separated from his sister as well as his tenacity to stay and fight until he won his freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are also points in the play where these monologues break one’s concentration from the action on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;African Snow &lt;/em&gt;raises questions about slavery, the treatment of slaves, forgiveness, justice and freedom. When Equiano asks the question, “What is freedom?” He also tells the audience, “The moment I learnt to spell the word freedom; it was like a phoenix on my heart. Freedom cannot wait.” Symbolic of what the play is about, an introspective take on freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy on stage is further heightened by the music of Ben Okafor whose score for the play evokes emotions in both characters and audience. There is rather a lot of shouting and screaming on stage but the ship contraption on stage to show the lives of the slaves was rather impressive and gave the play an element of authenticity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Riding Lights Theatre Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridinglights.org/"&gt;http://www.ridinglights.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1085488020509525575?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1085488020509525575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1085488020509525575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1085488020509525575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1085488020509525575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/african-snow-may-2007.html' title='African Snow (Trafalgal Studios May 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/Rxtxd-QtR_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uDWKFu6j-jU/s72-c/african_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-7565906357549091676</id><published>2007-10-04T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:02:18.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizwe Banzi Is Dead (National Theatre  March 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWKFSRlifI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qfeyOkkAcJI/s1600-h/Sizwe_Bansi_149FdM0j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117648374986017266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWKFSRlifI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qfeyOkkAcJI/s400/Sizwe_Bansi_149FdM0j1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of collaboration between Athol Fugard, John Kani and Winston Ntshona, Sizwe Banzi Is Dead had its first performance in 1972. Thirty-five years on and directed by Aubrey Sekhabi, it takes you back to the old South Africa and sits you right in the heat of apartheid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off with an unsual but engaging monologue by John Kani in the role of Styles, a photographer who takes delight in recordinbgt the stories of his people and makes them happy even if it is for a day. Styles decision to open a photographic studio was because of his experience working at a car factory. He searched himself and asked questions about his life. “Is that it, is that what my life is about. Nothing but a white mans’s boy,” reiterating the deep rooted issues of racism and segregation of the apartheird era in the old South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kani’s ability to deliver Stlyes candid monologue with humour, sarcasm, brillance and sadness and of course, Kani’s unforgettable laughter commands the attention of the audience. His energy on stage and use of space, running from one end to the other to tell Styles story and interacting with the audience, makes you want more. It goes without saying that Kani’s ability to be animated in his multiple roles within this monologue, first as the boss of the factory (Mr Bass), the interpreter and as one of the workers reminds you that he is a formidable actor. Styles photographic studio in the play is symbolic of a man’s desire to be his own boss and it is a strong room of dreams. The dreams of his people; those who will never be known, it is about preserving their history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the arrival of Robert Zelinzima (Winston Ntshona) at Styles studio soon turns the tide of the story. From here on, the audience is allowed to experience the division and inequality that existed in the old South Africa between whites and blacks. Where a man’s ability to work, care for his family and survive was dependant on a pass book. Robert’s passbook prohibits him to remain in Port Elizabeth where the play is set. His dreams of caring for his family calls into question, everything he belives in, especially his identity. Port Elizabeth is the place where the number of a man’s passbook is more important than his name and the colour of his skin is trouble. It also questions the value of a name when it is of no use to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kani once again shines in the role of Robert’s mentor in the second half; a man who has learnt to survive in difficult circumstances. Robert has to give up his name and identity to take on that of a dead man in order to remain in Port Elizabeth and work. He is no longer Sizwe Banzi as soon as he takes on the identity of a corpse and just like the dead man, Sizwe Banzi is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Ntshona, regarded as one of South Africa’s finest and most distinguished actors alongside Kani revive this classic whose similarities to life today in the new South Africa is not very far off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: National Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-7565906357549091676?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7565906357549091676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=7565906357549091676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7565906357549091676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/7565906357549091676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/sizwe-banzi-is-dead-national-theatre.html' title='Sizwe Banzi Is Dead (National Theatre  March 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWKFSRlifI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qfeyOkkAcJI/s72-c/Sizwe_Bansi_149FdM0j1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1164870374263832287</id><published>2007-10-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Weights (The Blue Elephant Theatre March 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWJDyRlieI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ME-1PQsvBww/s1600-h/webweights_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117647249704585698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWJDyRlieI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ME-1PQsvBww/s200/webweights_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot leave and do not have much to look forward to, you become a prisoner of the State. Set in the slums of Havana Cuba, Weights, depicts a day in the life of five Cubans; the artist, the prostitute, the wife and her husband; the boxer. A dreamer who sits by the phone all day long, waiting for that one phone call that will change his life and the old man, who smokes more than he has strength to look forward to life and waiting for the inevitable, death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Jesse Quinones and directed by David Mercatali; together they tell a story of lost dreams and hopes, feelings of entrapment by the citizens of a nation and the ills that face ordinary day to day Cubans. Who are looking for a way of escape, yet it seems so elusive. Vineeta Rushi in the role of Guapa the prostitute offers herself to the foreigners because she has no choice, that’s all she knows to do in order to survive. It is a vicious cycle and Geoff Aymer in the role of Viejo, the elderly man is a reminder to the younger generation of what their life will turn out to be. Their lives are intertwined by a cord of stifled dreams. According toSonador the painter, played by George Couyas, “We are all yet dreamers and I’m the biggest of all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great attempts to show the pain of these characters results in a dense dialogue that lacks humour to ease the audience into the story and there are moments when you feel there is more smoking on stage than acting. Characters slip in and out of their ability to maintain the use of a Cuban ascent. While theatre is not just about evoking pain, you do feel the characters could have been infused with more emotions to show the depth of their anger at the sour taste of life they have to endure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Blue Elephant Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1164870374263832287?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1164870374263832287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1164870374263832287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1164870374263832287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1164870374263832287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/weights-blue-elephant-theatre-march.html' title='Weights (The Blue Elephant Theatre March 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWJDyRlieI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ME-1PQsvBww/s72-c/webweights_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-8479810724783734305</id><published>2007-10-04T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Nothing But The Truth (Hampstead Theatre Febuary 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWHgyRlidI/AAAAAAAAAAc/94w3AL1ThZg/s1600-h/nothing_243x205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117645548897536466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWHgyRlidI/AAAAAAAAAAc/94w3AL1ThZg/s320/nothing_243x205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipho Makhaya’s (John Kani) dream is to one day, become the chief librarian. However, the arrival of Tenbo his exiled brother in a jar filled with ashes begins to unearth family secrets that have long been buried. Set in Port Elizabeth, Nothing But The Truth is an in-depth and subtle examination of family, sibling rivalry, truth, justice, forgiveness, reconciliation and the compassion of the human soul when it has been wronged. It mirrors the struggles of Sipho Makhaya’s to come to terms with the injustice he believes he has suffered at the hands of other’s; the loss of his wife, the death of his son and being passed up for a job against the society he lives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scene leading up to the secrets and lies of the family, Sipho reiterates the words “The taking never stops”, showing his hurt and bruised heart but for the sake of his daughter he has let sleeping dogs lie until this moment when he decides to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally charged with the pain Sipho and his daughter, Thando have carried for years but never talked about until the arrival of Mandisa Mackay, Tenbo’s daughter. It is equally laced with witty humour. Nothing But The Truth shows the weaknesses in a man that has been pushed too far and can fight back when he gets the courage from within to change his situation. Sipho Makahaya’s family represent the new South Africa and as they come to terms with their issues as a family it gives the audience the opportunity to see how society deals with the ills and atrocities its own people have committed against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by John Kani, he also gives an astounding performance resonant with his other works in Sizwe Banzi Is Dead and The Island which catapulted him to international acclaim. His co-stars Motshabi Tyele in the role of Sipho’s daughter (Thando Makhaya) is a playwright and an award winning actress in South Africa. Rosie Motene, Sipho’s niece (Mandisa Mackay) whose other works include Hotel Rwanda and The Other Woman both bring an emotional balance to Sipho’s life which he lost years ago. Janice Honeyman directs a flawless piece which reflects both her and Kani’s understanding of The Truth and Reconciliation Committee in the process of rebuilding a country torn apart by the actions of its own citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing But The Truth is truly a thought-provoking performance of humanity, compassion, justice and freedom. At the same time symbolic of the reconciliation between the old and new South Africa. It reminds the audience about the personal loss of individuals during the apartheid era of South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tug of emotions run through as you sit back and want to hear more from the characters because you get the feeling that there is more to come. Though the play could have done with a few more characters to tell us about other families; Nothing But The truth is a delight to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Image: Hampstead Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-8479810724783734305?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8479810724783734305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=8479810724783734305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8479810724783734305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/8479810724783734305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-but-truth-hampstead-theatre.html' title='Nothing But The Truth (Hampstead Theatre Febuary 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWHgyRlidI/AAAAAAAAAAc/94w3AL1ThZg/s72-c/nothing_243x205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-5041349552997512092</id><published>2007-10-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Generations (Young Vic March 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWEPCRlicI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a5EKU9yCyr4/s1600-h/generations_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117641945419975106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWEPCRlicI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a5EKU9yCyr4/s320/generations_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk into the room, you are greeted by an effusive sound from a 14 strong South African choir led by the award winning artist, Pauline Malefane. The choir members gladly show you to your seat and instantly, you become part of the play. The chairs for seating are not your average theatre seats either. Rather, they are plastic crates for mineral drinks put on top each other to ensure the right height for those sitting on them. The audience is fully entertained before the show begins with tempestuous hand clapping, singing and the voices take you to South Africa. The shrilling of voices soon stops and you are taken on a journey to experience the pain deeply rooted in the hearts of its people; the ravaging effects of the Aids virus claiming a whole generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generations, a new play by Debbie Tucker Green focuses on three generations of a South African Family and their sad struggle with the force of death greater than them. What do you when you loose your teenage granddaughters and your daughter to a disease that has ravaged your country? Though there is no mention of the words Aids or HIV in the 30 minutes this play runs. The poetic, evocative and solemn nature of loosing those you love to a force you have no control over makes you think about generations being lost to the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set to reveal a cooking dynasty, who love to cook and eat together and in their history, cooking has been the way the men got to the women’s hearts. The gas cooker, fridge and washing sink are all in the middle and you can see the flame as it engulfs the air when the pots are opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are poetical and in a sense lyrical, “The talent to touch a little of sweetness” and “I was the cooker – you was the cookless – I was the cooker who coached the cookless. I coached you to cook – “all add an element of life and sweetness to Generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it succeeds in asking questions and answering none about what is happening to our generations, you do feel the story could have been developed more to show more of the devastating effects of the silent killer known as HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Tristram Kenton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-5041349552997512092?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5041349552997512092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=5041349552997512092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5041349552997512092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/5041349552997512092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/generations-young-vic-march-2007.html' title='Generations (Young Vic March 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWEPCRlicI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a5EKU9yCyr4/s72-c/generations_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-4175344475843104125</id><published>2007-10-04T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:57:54.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Gone Too Far - Who am I? (Royal Court Theatre Febuary 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWCWiRlibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3jNHN6IVKiE/s1600-h/bola_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117639875245738418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWCWiRlibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3jNHN6IVKiE/s320/bola_large.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the email for this production, I liked the title and theme of the play. Experiencing it on the other hand was fantastic. Written by an aspiring playwright like myself, I have to commend her for being brave to put her pen to paper. Well done Bola Agbaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of self-identification and respect, the question to the audience was who are you and what do you think of yourself and heritage? Are you ashamed of your roots or the fact that you have a name that can break one's jaw as they try to pronounce it? If you are African, you most likely have had the expereince of people murdering your surname but does that change who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few characters, Bola brings life in South London to the stage. She captures two cultures, British and African-Caribbean and the challenge of fitting into both for young British born Africans and Afro-Caribbeans. The story tells you the rites of passage story about a group of teenagers trying to find themselves; Kudiyasi, Yemi, Armani, Blazer and their friends in the hood or should that be estate? I guess the bottomline of the play was in order to find yourself and know who you are; you must first respect yourself and all that you stand for. It sure is a CATCH22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it could have done with a less repetition in certain scenes, it was an excellent production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Image: Marc Brenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-4175344475843104125?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4175344475843104125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=4175344475843104125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4175344475843104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/4175344475843104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/gone-too-far-who-am-i-febuary-2007.html' title='Gone Too Far - Who am I? (Royal Court Theatre Febuary 2007)'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/RwWCWiRlibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3jNHN6IVKiE/s72-c/bola_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384806729306790629.post-1840156971233941178</id><published>2007-10-04T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:24:13.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>So We Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is simply my way of ranting on and on about my passion for theatre. I want you to come back everyday and see what's going on right here. This is where its all happening. You will hear about the Royal Shakespeare Company, the London theatre landscape and I'll also tell you about a project I am working on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do, so what are we waiting for? Let's get started, it is going to be one heck of a ride. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I will tranfer all previous post from a different page I have been working on. However, the material on that page is more relevant to this page as one dedicated solely to theatre musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384806729306790629-1840156971233941178?l=theatremusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1840156971233941178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384806729306790629&amp;postID=1840156971233941178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1840156971233941178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384806729306790629/posts/default/1840156971233941178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theatremusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-we-begin.html' title='So We Begin'/><author><name>Theatre Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474243613346852730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwvJs7IMClM/SDbrRPDk33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHC7R0A7Rj8/S220/DSC00148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
