How
To Be An Alien |
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It was a shame and bad taste to be an alien, and it is no use pretending otherwise. There is no way out of it. A criminal may improve and become a decent member of society. A foreigner cannot improve. Once a foreigner, always a foreigner. There is no way out for him. He may become British; he can never become English.
It
is no surprise then that this dramatised version had its small first-night
audience on Tuesday in fits of laughter throughout. There is no set
(a J.A.K.A.L. theatre company trademark), a ferocious amount of movement,
full-blown audience participation, stark and effective lighting and
even a musical interlude (with ukelele). The presentation is intentionally
akin to a 1940s educational broadcast for foreign students of English,
and comes complete with booming voiceover (Part Nine: Sex),
and is pythonesque, to say the least. Starting at 9.30, this snack of a play is finished by 10, and still manages to be worth every penny of the modest ticket price. A truly excellent book has been deftly translated into an even better stage production. Congratulations J.A.K.A.L. theatre company. Su Jordan, 12.06.02 |