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DEEPFAKE

★★★★★

Sadler’s Wells East

DEEPFAKE

Sadler’s Wells East

★★★★★

“thrilling, meticulously choreographed theatre”

“Recollections may vary.” The phrase returns at the beginning of DEEPFAKE, gradually fractured and restructured. It sounds like a disclaimer, but also a warning: if memory can shift and testimony can be reconstructed, what makes an image any more trustworthy? Co-commissioned by Sadler’s Wells Theatre and DanceEast, and created and directed by Jessica Wright and Morgann Runacre-Temple, the production builds a political thriller around an increasingly uncomfortable television interview.

The stage is strikingly minimal. Green surrounds the playing space in Milla Clarke’s set, immediately establishing it as a site of fabrication rather than a completed fictional world. Once the live camera and Dan Light’s video design enter the equation, that emptiness is transformed. Rebecca Bassett-Graham’s cool-headed journalist Katie Fielding steadily corners Kennedy Muntanga’s Prime Minister as he attempts to explain a mysterious disappearance from Buckingham Palace. Muntanga moves between polished confidence and physical unease with impressive control, while Bassett-Graham gives the interview a precise, increasingly adversarial tension.

The use of live camera on stage is hardly new. What makes the work distinctive is how completely its technology is bound to its dramaturgy. As the Prime Minister reconstructs the missing twenty-four minutes, his live body exists alongside competing screen versions of the past. Recorded bodies appear beside present ones; dancers and digital avatars connect with remarkable precision. Memory becomes less a stable event than material available for editing. At its most visually overwhelming, performers move through six screen-like panels until it becomes difficult to identify where the live body ends and projection begins. Here, technology does not simply illustrate uncertainty; it makes uncertainty physically felt.

This is where the choreography becomes particularly compelling. A theatre audience normally performs its own continuous edit: we decide where to look, whether to focus on a gesture or the entire stage picture. A camera makes those decisions for us. Jess & Morgs place both systems of spectatorship in front of us simultaneously. The camera becomes not simply a witness to choreography, but a choreographic force in its own right. The gimbal operator and green-screen performers remain visible, so even the labour of constructing the illusion becomes part of the choreography. At rare moments, the sheer virtuosity of the screen work risks competing with the emotional stakes of the interview, though the performers quickly pull our attention back.

Jeff James’ writing and dramaturgy keep the production grounded. Political satire, interrogation and absurdity sit alongside one another without collapsing into simple comedy. Voiceover further separates body from statement, so that what we hear, what we see and who appears to be speaking no longer perfectly align. The dancers sustain this instability with exacting physical control, while the central performances prevent the technological apparatus from becoming an end in itself.

The production does not need to tell us that images can lie. Its more unsettling question is how an image comes to feel true in the first place. Its technology is not decoration; it is dramaturgy. By the end, the issue is no longer simply whether a politician is telling the truth, but where spectators are supposed to locate truth at all. Jess & Morgs turn the instability of the image into thrilling, meticulously choreographed theatre.



DEEPFAKE

Sadler’s Wells East

Reviewed on 1st October 2026

by Portia Yuran Li

Photography by Foteini Christofilopoulou

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEEPFAKE

DEEPFAKE

DEEPFAKE

CLARKSTON

★★★★

Trafalgar Theatre

CLARKSTON

Trafalgar Theatre

★★★★

“a gentle and delicate slow burner”

Clarkston is a small city in Washington State in the far northwest of the United States, named after William Clark of the famous Lewis and Clark Expedition. Over two centuries ago, the intrepid couple set out on a journey to explore the vast, uncharted lands of the American West. Land that was acquired through the ‘Louisiana Purchase’ (the impact on Native Americans is another matter – for another article, at another time). It was a two-and-a-half-year journey that ended with them setting up camp at what is now Clarkston (not Lewiston?). Two hundred years later, where the rivers meet on the Idaho border, a Costco warehouse store now stands in pride of place.

That much is fact. Fiction now takes over in the form of Samuel D. Hunter’s new play set predominantly in that Costco. Jake (Joe Locke) has made the trek from Connecticut only to wind up as a night shift worker stacking shelves, and is taken under the wing of fellow worker, Chris (Ruaridh Mollica), a local lad. They are essentially chalk and cheese but quickly form a strong, and often tender, bond. Jake comes from an affluent family, educated but complicated, while Chris is stuck in the backwaters trying to save up to go to college. What informs the narrative are the shadows that hang over them: Jake’s in the shape of his progressive Huntington’s disease (he reckons he has eight years left to live at tops), while Chris is eclipsed by the presence of his drug-addict mother, Trisha (Sophie Melville).

Hunter’s writing is solid yet nuanced, achieving a delicate balance of humour and introspection, with complete authenticity. There’s a hopelessness that is somewhat bleak, but the performances keep us engaged throughout and we cannot help but care for these two lost souls. Locke shows real strength as a somewhat weak and ambiguous character, full of contradictions. He claims he has been dumped by his boyfriend, but the relationship was never consummated. His sophistication is a shroud, while Chris is more honest about his inexperience. Mollica’s portrayal is a masterclass in subtlety and understatement, gently revealing a tortured personality. Likewise, the play is a gentle and delicate slow burner, intermittently rippled by Melville’s self-destructive anguish as Trisha. She seems to accept, but cannot fully understand, her son’s sexuality, but Melville gives an utterly convincing show of maternal love that is blurred by the grip of dependency – a dependency not just on her drugs but on Chris too. She occasionally becomes the child, sheepishly downplaying her relapse.

Yet at its centre is the relationship between Jake and Chris. For the most part, this play has the feel of a two-hander. Director, Jack Serio, keeps the naturalism in sharp focus, almost ensuring us that we are witnessing real life (Jake claims to be a direct descendant of the American explorer, William Clark, and we believe it). Milla Clarke’s storehouse set reinforces the realism, and when needed, Stacey Derosier’s evocative lighting transports us to a new dawn on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. We are left with feelings of hope that hint at an escape form the gloom.

“Clarkston” is fairly low on drama, but it is steeped in atmosphere. Moving and vulnerable, it languidly coaxes its themes out of the closet and into our hearts. Not necessarily life-changing but definitely life-affirming. On the surface somewhat ordinary but ultimately shaped into something quite extraordinary.

 



CLARKSTON

Trafalgar Theatre

Reviewed on 25th September 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Marc Brenner


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

PEOPLE, PLACES & THINGS | ★★★★★ | May 2024
JERSEY BOYS | ★★★★ | August 2021

 

 

CLARKSTON

CLARKSTON

CLARKSTON