Theatre Archive

Chasing Chairs: Skimming over the chasm

Marriage, or co-habitation, as we understand it in modern society, is the most demanding of all relationships. More so because it is entered into willingly for a greater cause, being love. Sharing our life and our space with one other person, including grumpy mornings, stressed evenings in which work deadlines loom, midnight insomnia, Sunday boredom,

NewFoundLand: A lucid vision

Occasionally, patients on the surgeon’s table experience an accidental awareness while under general anesthetic. They are able to feel the slicing of the scalpel, but, paralysed by muscle relaxant, are unable to move or cry out. Perhaps mercifully, the amnesiac effects of anesthesia wipes away this memory. It’s as if it never happened. The conscious

KidCasino: All that glitters

I’ve missed a few damn good shows because there was no way I was going to GrandWest Casino to watch them. Then I sometimes wonder if I am not just being a high-faluting arse. Maybe I should get over myself and brave the jangling money monsters and faux Tuscan star-studded ceilings. But KidCasino firmly reinstated my

Mate: Seriously sassy

It’s a love recovery group. Everyone here has had their heart broken, shattered would probably be a more accurate description. Everyone here wants to find love, again. And this time it’s going to be different. This time they won’t make the same mistakes. Sound familiar? This is the ubiquitous conversation among women at countless lunch

Ankobia profile: Blackness examined in a bleak future

ANKOBIA, the most eagerly awaited play by 2017 Standard Bank Young Artist award winner for theatre Monageng “Vice” Motshabi, 35, opens at the National Arts Festival on Friday July 7. Motshabi, interviewed soon after he arrived in Grahamstown where symbols and statues recalling white settler history assailed him, spoke about how the new play, produced

The Kaffirs: Cruel humour

With a play called The Kaffirs, you really don’t know. It could well be an hour of your life wasted. An hour you’ll never get back. That it’s produced by the Gauteng Department of Sport, Recreation, Arts and Culture is also not promising, although, it is intriguing that a government department would sponsor a play

Agony: just go see it

(Spoiler warning – watch before reading.) Since watching Agony five days ago, it has repeatedly seeped into my mind. It’s a quiet, still, and distilled work of theatre that at the time I felt had no punch… now realising its lingering effect, I know there wasn’t a slap in the face, but a cold knife