Chronically ill with an acute case of No-Filter-Disease. Getting through with her sarcasm and a dash of humor.
Rosine Saad is One Mad Camel. Her series of reviews are honest, no-filter takes on what she sees.
Dubai Drama Group (DDG) gives us one more time a theatrical masterpiece, directed by Penny MacKenzie and produced by Dolly Jitani.
Divided in 3 acts, even though it’s the evolution of the same characters from one act to another, every act is written with its own curve and can be showcased by itself as an individual short play.
The performance the cast gave was tight, paced, well-acted, putting out all the absurdity without overacting. The characters were genuine, believable, reminding us of people we know. Their character traits were well expressed in the script and supported by good direction and a strong acting.
Kudos to the producer and her related teams, they completely changed the stage setting into 3 different kitchens for every scene, changing the sink placements, the fridge, the kitchen door location, etc. In order to do that, the audience enjoyed 2 intervals of 15 minutes each, allowing them to move, have a little snack and come back fresh for the coming act.
The props and the ladies’ costumes made it all 70’s. I was disappointed by the lack of the 70’s fashion trends for the male actors, no flare pants, no long hair or facial side boards, no funny looking shirts … Nope! None of that and, Yup! Disappointing.
OCD as I can be when watching a play, I was annoyed by the fact that the character Jane, played by Diana Duff, walked out of the house twice, and in again, under pouring rain, yet she was completely dry, even though the dialogue she was having with her husband, Sidney, played by Steven Wyatt, was about how soaking wet she was. One 0.5L bottle of water emptied on her hat and coming down her over coat would have done the trick, and eased my pain and not touched her over sprayed 70’s hair style. She even empties her boots and the tech has a sound effect of water in the sink instead of real water in her boots with soaked tights … I was in agony there!
This play is as absurd as its title, at some moments, making no sense whatsoever, yet I was glued to my seat, not wanting to miss any minute of it, wondering how the writer will end it and how much more the actors can carry it on without dropping the pace, the acting or jumping to over acting. And it always ended in the middle of script utter nonsense and stage euphoria, that somehow made sense to us, at least to me.
Me, being from a non-English/non-American educational system, am finding a great pleasure discovering the masterpieces of contemporary and modern plays. The last author I studied was Charles Dickens and some other authors of his era.
Walking out of that play, kissing the actors, and the team, I realized how ‘white’ this play was… too white, too western, too white, I can’t find a better description to it. Not that ‘white’ is not good, more of ‘white’ I can’t identify with, ‘white’ I can’t audition for, unless I master the accent required to be … ‘white’.
And my mind made a little flashback to realize how many ‘white’ plays were put on by DDG. Yet, they are among the best theatre productions I have ever seen!
I don’t think I am able to put my finger on what exactly I was to express in that thought ….
The closing performance will be on Sunday December 4th, at 8pm. It is a play not to miss! Do watch out for the Apartheid washing machine and have a good laugh for me.