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African Gothic: The devil turns

It took a few hours to emerge from the deep hole African Gothic threw us into, to swim out of the black subterranean river where unseen things slither across our feet, burrow beneath our skin and worm into our mind. We were pulled in the moment Liezl de Kock as Sussie and Zak Hendrickz as

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,

Tangible Energy: Elusive and Aloof

Energy. That which creates us. Makes us. Connects us. Energy is chemistry. Energy is power. So much potential… But perhaps the switch didn’t entirely flick on for me, in Tangible Energy? I’m always open to the possibility that the point flashed past me, and I’ll happily receive another audience member’s enlightened insight. But if the