Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
Hole
Royal Court Theatre, London
WHAT happens when you take a contemporary moment of rage and render it as old as the universe?
The answer is somewhere in Ellie Kendrick’s Hole. Directed by Helen Goalen and Abbi Greenland, the play is an extraordinary explosion of political and poetic rage. Blending contemporary feminist politics and science, it uses music, movement, poetry, myth and confrontation to explore a politics of oppression and violence.
The impetus here is the same as that behind the #metoo movement — talking about how women occupy space, how they might be controlled, how they might be violated. But in Kendrick’s extraordinary first play, Ronkẹ Adekoluejo, Alison Halstead, Rubyyy Jones, Cassie Layton, Eva Magyar and musician Ebony Bones speak, sing, dance and scientifically theorise their way through these issues.
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