Reviews Archive

Phitlho (The Hidden): Uncover this Gem

A family’s secrets. A family’s shame. Show me a home with no skeletons in the closets and I’ll ask you what trickery is this. Phitlho (The Hidden) is about such a family. The relationships have broken down. Alliances perpetuate the household feuds. And of course sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes ridiculous, sometimes understandable. A young mother

Cellist with Rabies: Get infected

You can pick a random entry in an encyclopedia, hand it to Jemma Kahn, and she would be able to write a play out of it. Possibly an award-winning one. Dig deep enough into anything and a story is to be found. Actually, I suspect this may be her modus operandi, with the addition of

Red Soil / Brown Soil: Sensitive ruminations of home

  I experienced this duet as if it were a performed, intimately personal, journal of ruminations on home and home-coming through the spirit. Fragments, and inter-connected stories – some poetic, others anecdotal — and visual moments are presented through vignettes using various performance modes (spoken text, object theatre, puppetry and physical expression) and a variety

The Rotten Oasis: White boy bongozozo

  It must be that at some point Brett Easton Ellis and Martin Amis met up in the subtropical highlands of southern Africa and beyond all biological comprehension spawned a bastard child as a result of an alcohol-infused vacation centered around mutual buggery. How else to explain The Rotten Oasis but as the result of

Tamboers Winkel: Cool kitchen on Kloof

Cape Town is filled with hidden gems and known favourites, and in the ever-changing landscape of the city you might be forgiven if you don’t recognise places like Tamboers Winkel, a tiny hole-in-the-wall café on Kloof Street. But not for long. You may have walked by without noticing it but don’t be fooled, it delivers

Lucy: Treat for travellers on Long Street

  The initial plan was to pop into Royale for a Friday lunch burger, and perhaps a beer. Good memories of juicy burgers and Pulp Fiction associations were enticing. But walking down from the top of Long Street, Lucy caught our eye, and a sense of adventure replaced nostalgia. We decided to go forward, particularly