History is a prison. Often, you can’t escape. It imprints its mark on people, environments and language. And nowhere is this more true that in Northern Ireland.
Some time in the past, there is an island of disparate peoples happily carrying on with their lives. Each group has its own rules, traditions and customs.
Tanika Gupta explores an episode from her family history that is both highly relevant and humane.
A middle-aged, gay Welshman contemplates the English class he teaches in Hong Kong. Amongst the students is Windy, the Chinese woman with whom he shares his bed.
Is God female? It says a lot about Yaël Farber’s pompous and overblown new version of this biblical tale at the National Theatre that, near the end of an almighty 110-minute extravaganza, all reason seemed to have vacated my brain, and its empty halls, battered by a frenzy of elevated music, heaven-sent lighting and wildly gesturing actors, were suddenly open to the oddest ideas.
Chinglish was first staged in on Broadway in 2011, and is set in Guiyang (pop four million). Daniel Cavanaugh, an American who heads a firm of Ohio sign-makers, wants to secure a deal with a local cultural centre, whose public signage has been rendered ridiculous by gross mistranslations into English: “Deformed Man’s Restroom” instead of Disabled Toilet.
The all-female play looks at the complex and controversial landscape of commercial surrogacy in India through the microcosmic relationship between three parties – the surrogate, the doctor and the mother.
Satinder Chohan’s punningly titled Made in India, has been touring the country since January and now arrives at the Soho Theatre in London.
Set in Dubai, the glowing capital city of the United Arab Emirates, it tells two parallel stories: one is the conflict between two English twentysomethings, Jamie and Clara, who travel to the Gulf for opposite reasons.
New play about Africa’s deadliest conflict is more of a heroic failure than a successful drama.
Howard Brenton’s new study of desert warrior T E Lawrence is more like a frustrating mirage than a nourishing oasis.