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DEAF REPUBLIC

★★★★★

Royal Court

DEAF REPUBLIC

Royal Court

★★★★★

“a show that has it all: a resonating war story, impeccable acting, beautiful language and incredible design element”

Deaf Republic, an adaptation of Ilya Kaminsky’s poems, is a piece of theatre that requires time to process and digest. Dead Centre, a theatre company famous for their groundbreaking theatre making, along with Sign Language poet Zoë McWhinney, create a world that is accessible and painfully relevant to the horrors that take place in the name of humanity every day, through puppetry, video performance and silence that speaks volumes. It’s almost like a respectful slap in the face.

In a fictional town named Vasenka, war is raging and after the murder of a deaf boy, who couldn’t hear a soldier’s commands, the whole town suddenly goes deaf. Everyone has to adjust to a new, silent reality, while enduring the consequences of living in an occupied territory. Alfonso and Sonya, a couple who run a puppet theatre, are determined to keep their puppet shows going. When tragedy hits their family, it’s up to the townspeople to carry on the fire of the resistance.

During a very Brechtian introduction, we’re told how British Sign Language (BSL), subtitles (or rather, surtitles) and spoken language will get merged in the performance and that what we’re about to see is a fictional story. The actors first create some distance between the characters and the audience, in order to help us assess what we see from a more objective point of view. But that comes crashing down when one of the characters mentions that in sign language ‘you can’t be a passive observer, you have to take a position’, so the audience is addressed as the people of Vasenka, we become part of it. An intriguing contrast, or debate, that keeps unfolding till it’s clear that being just an observer is not an option that does the citizens of the Deaf Republic justice. Which raises the question: should we lean more on our emotional responses or on our reason and logic?

Co-writers and co-directors, Bush Moukarzel and Ben Kidd, also Dead Centre’s artistic directors, urge you to come to your own conclusion and they use deafness as a means to instigate a rebellion against a military oppression. Dead Centre is familiar with challenging the barriers of theatre performance, like in another show of theirs called Chekhov’s First Play, where parallel narrations are provided to the audience through the use of headphones. In Deaf Republic, it’s not just BSL and spoken language that come together, but also a magical community, full of laughter and hope, and an overwhelming state of brutality, full of despair. The balance and delicacy with which this epic story navigates both is outstanding and leaves you with a feeling of peaceful exasperation that sits deep in your gut.

The cast are an ensemble of hearing and deaf actors and it truly feels like a celebration of cultures, where everyone connects with and is fully attuned to one another. An array of skills, from aerial performance to poetry and exceptional puppetry, that could become distracting, simply elevates some wonderfully raw performances, like Romel Belcher’s (Alfonso) and Caoimhe Coburn Gray’s (Sonya). Dylan Tonge Jones’s (Soldier) gives a chilling performance as the heart of the oppression and you take pleasure in despising him.

The most impressive element of this play is its use of space. Set designer Jeremy Herbert has created a multilayered stage that includes a stage within a stage, hidden parts that we can only see through live video recording and thin walls that allow you to see different perspectives of the same scene. It’s a journey unlike anything you’ve seen before. Lighting design (Azusa Ono) along with sound design (Kevin Gleeson) complement the tone perfectly, from the cheerful beginning to the twisted and frenzied end.

Deaf Republic is a show that has it all: a resonating war story, impeccable acting, beautiful language and incredible design elements. Moreover, in this signed revolution, you get to experience a collectiveness that doesn’t let any individual behind.



DEAF REPUBLIC

Royal Court

Reviewed on 4th September 2025

by Stephanie Christodoulidou

Photography by Johan Persson


 

Recently reviewed at the venue:

AFTER THE ACT | ★★ | May 2025
MANHUNT | ★★★★ | April 2025
A GOOD HOUSE | ★★★★ | January 2025

 

 

DEAF REPUBLIC

DEAF REPUBLIC

DEAF REPUBLIC

THE BRIGHTENING AIR

★★★★

Old Vic

THE BRIGHTENING AIR

Old Vic

★★★★

“a rich and entertaining family drama”

“How are you doing?”, a priest asks jittery Dermot (Chris O’Dowd) midway through this fine new play. “I’m fine”, replies deadpan Dermot, although “the circumstances around me are challenging”.

Dermot is not alone in his plight. In the ramshackle Irish farmhouse that is the setting for Conor McPherson’s eagerly anticipated Chekhov adjacent play, the circumstances would test the most placid of souls.

The future of the farmhouse brings the family together as uneasily as opposing magnets. Three siblings own the place. Two live there and the third – Dermot amid a midlife crisis – has returned from afar thinking there’s money to be made.

He has an ally in a blind renegade priest (Seán McGinley) – their uncle – but finds himself in opposition to his brother Stephen (Brian Gleeson) and sister Billie (Rosie Sheehy) who have made the place their home, combatting the damp, fighting off foxes and shuffling cows with a mindless resilience.

Like the mouldering walls, the family tensions have been left to fester so there’s more than a reckoning about property deeds in McPherson’s atmospheric and busy play.

Elsewhere Lydia (Hannah Morrish) wants a magic potion – “water with muck in” – to win back faithless Dermot’s love, but Dermot, railing impotently against the strictures of family, has found himself beguiled by 19-year-old minx Freya (Aisling Kearns) who turns up with an air of entitlement and her own little plots to pursue.

Billie, accident-prone and on the autistic spectrum, obsesses about trains, paint and chimpanzees. She also speaks in unvarnished and abrasive truths which is a useful means to bring simmering tensions to the boil. Stephen is angry – about having to look after Billie, but also having no life, no money, no love…

Writer-director McPherson says he conceived the 1980s-set drama in an airport after he was thwarted by Covid from seeing his own adaptation of Uncle Vanya. But knowledge of Chekhov is less use than an ear for Irish dialect and an ability to keep up with the scores yet to be settled.

The title, McPherson says, comes from a WB Yeats poem, The Song of Wandering Aengus, and “encapsulates that moment where dreams meet reality, and our most important illusions fade away”.

The ensemble cast fully embraces the opportunities presented by a phenomenal script, littered with miracles, mysticism and mischief. O’Dowd is a marvel, wiry and self-pitying. He brings his immense comedic presence to a play that is very, very funny. Rosie Sheehy is by turns blunt and lyrical, even her recitations of train routes hinting at romance and adventure. Morrish and Gleeson are the stoic heartbeat of the piece.

The first acts are all about slow-burn set-up against Rae Smith’s barren farmhouse backdrop. Which means the post-interval plot twists are something of a hurried cascade. Even in a play which relies on a hint of folkloric magic, the dramas happen unfeasibly fast, relying on an overworked denouement to create a sense of theme and purpose.

Pacing aside, this is a rich and entertaining family drama, delighting in the divisions that uniquely arise from semi-strangers who are bound together by the same blood and forebears.



THE BRIGHTENING AIR

Old Vic

Reviewed on 24th April 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

A CHRISTMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | November 2024
THE REAL THING | ★★★★ | September 2024
MACHINAL | ★★★★ | April 2024
JUST FOR ONE DAY | ★★★★ | February 2024
A CHRISTMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | November 2023
PYGMALION | ★★★★ | September 2023

 

 

THE BRIGHTENING AIR

THE BRIGHTENING AIR

THE BRIGHTENING AIR