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Endgame: Check? mate

You do not fuck with Samuel Beckett. There is a reason he gave detailed instructions on how his plays must be staged, and it is that he creates an enclosed world. Pull on any of the elements holding it together and it starts to unravel until all you have left is words falling off the

Black Privilege: A gilded cage?

Who doesn’t want to be famous? Not Kardashian famous. Yuck. But famed, or infamous even, a game-changer, a reference point, noted in the history books… a known name. Aspirations. Dreams. And why not? Why not want recognition, validation, a little assurance that one’s being here on earth is worthwhile? Enter the Entertainment Industry. You gotta

Curl Up and Dye: lacks body

Set in the specific context of grey-area Joubert Park in the late 1980s, staging Curl Up and Dye now begs the question: what meaning for our present can be brought to audiences by the play today, and, given the racism of the characters, how does it relate to a dialogue around racial unity for our

TrueLies: Ask me no questions…

What makes you mad? Not angry, but crazy? Or are the two interlinked? TrueLies raises this question in a story where a young man, who is cross about a lot of things – like, all the things political, religious, social – is sent for psychiatric evaluation. His fury is labelled insanity. Something is absurd here,