Reviews Archive

The Pilgrimage: Toward the unholy

To direct is to be the outside eye. When you are also inside the work, this working definition of directing becomes blurry. There are many director-actors who have made careers out of this conflation. In the South African theatre industry, where financial resources are often low, solo performers have made an art out of being

What Was Is No More: Site of denial

There is something to be acknowledged in the privilege that university educated students have when they enter a community theatre festival such as the Zwakala Festival at the Market Theatre. Yes, the festival is undergoing its own change in identity. Yes, it has transformed due to financial constraints and a change in mandate due to

Ibala: Ooh! Aah! Pass the tissues

Walking into the theatre, the first image you see normally provides some sense of the play you’re about to watch. This wasn’t the case with Ibala. The preset image for the show was two womxn dressed in helper’s uniforms in a corner, standing as though outside holding cardboard placards. The signs read: ‘Helpers, we are

Where She Walked: Blood calls to blood

  The former ‘homelands’ of Ciskei, Transkei, and others up north were hollowed out by the colonial and then apartheid laws that all but forced working age men to become migrant labour for the mines – with women following shortly thereafter – and the lack of rural investment and the necessity of wages has further

Shell: Revealing the inner murmur

“We won’t cut coal,” Australian prime minister Scott Morrison was reported as saying to The Australian last week. Or something to that effect. In typical Oz style, The Australian has a hard paywall. I somehow slipped behind it on the first link-click, but now can’t go back and double check. They not gonna get any

In Her Shoes: Stepping through the pain

The haunting strains of Bra Hugh Masekela’s Stimela playing through the sound system as we gathered to watch In Her Shoes at the Market Theatre seemed a strange choice for a dance performance inspired by the horrific murder of Karabo Mokoena at the hands of her lover Sandile Mantsoe. But the choice was, on reflection,