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THE BANALITY OF EVIL: HANNAH ARENDT, FRANCE, 1940

★★★★

Arcola Theatre

THE BANALITY OF EVIL: HANNAH ARENDT, FRANCE, 1940

Arcola Theatre

★★★★

“beautiful physical moments and thought-provoking themes”

Performed by an ensemble of six women, The Banality of Evil is an ambitious production exploring a lesser-known chapter of Second World War history. Through a series of fast-paced scenes, writer and director Julia Pascal brings together the lives of three German Jewish women: philosopher Hannah Arendt, pioneering artist Charlotte Salomon and teenage Communist Eva Daube, who are arrested in France and interned at Camp Gurs in 1940.

The scenes move quickly between the women’s lives, relationships and political beliefs as they face the uncertainty of imprisonment. With German forces advancing, they must decide whether to stay and hope for liberation or risk escaping into an unknown future. Beyond their individual stories, the play explores exile, belonging and the fragile promise of safety when the very state that offered refuge becomes a source of persecution.

There is something particularly striking about the contradiction at the heart of this story. The women are labelled “undesirable” and reduced to categories by a system that fails to recognise their individuality. The play raises questions about how bureaucracy can normalise exclusion. These themes feel uncomfortably relevant today, when people fleeing persecution continue to face hostility and uncertainty.

The performances are strong throughout. Mai Weisz brings a bold, lively intelligence to Hannah Arendt, while Anja Fahlenkamp also makes a memorable impression. The six women work together to create a range of characters and situations, shifting between moments of tension, conflict and unexpected humour.

The text is ambitious, drawing on history, philosophy and personal relationships, and there is a lot to take in. Although the scenes move at a good pace and the play never feels boring, I sometimes wished they had lasted longer. Some of the conflicts are particularly interesting, and I would have liked more time to sit with them and see the characters’ relationships develop further. Certain moments feel as though they have the potential to go deeper, emotionally and dramatically, before the action moves on.

Where the production really shines is in its theatrical language. The physical theatre and use of props create simple yet captivating images, with some genuinely beautiful moments of movement. The music and cabaret elements are woven into the action, bringing shifts in tone and moments of playfulness to an otherwise dark story. Carmen Neat’s set and Lesley Lightfoot’s costume design help establish the period and contribute to the production’s distinctive visual language.

Moments of German philosophy illuminate Arendt’s complicated relationship with Martin Heidegger, adding another layer to the play’s exploration of intellectual thought, personal choices and political responsibility.

Ultimately, The Banality of Evil gives space to women’s stories that risk being forgotten. It is an ambitious piece of political theatre, combining historical research with music, movement and compelling performances. While I would have welcomed more time to explore some of its richest conflicts in depth, its beautiful physical moments and thought-provoking themes make it a production worth seeing.

 



THE BANALITY OF EVIL: HANNAH ARENDT, FRANCE, 1940

Arcola Theatre

Reviewed on 12th October 2026

by Nasia Ntalla

Photography by Alex Brenner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE BANALITY OF EVIL REVIEW

THE BANALITY OF EVIL

THE BANALITY OF EVIL

THE BANALITY OF EVIL

Fruits

Fruits

★★

VAULT Festival

FRUITS at the VAULT Festival

★★

Fruits

“Whatever the idea was in its fruition, it’s been lost in the execution”

 

I am not averse to a little chaos. And I’m often happy to see the conventional, linear form flipped on its head for the sake of communicating a particularly tricky message to the audience. But in the instance of Fruits, Or the Decline of a Distant Memory, I’m not at all sure what the message was supposed to be.

Themes of love, sex and identity run hazily through a series of non sequitur vignettes, surreal and nonsensical: two little girls play various games until one of them is seemingly lost forever in hide-and-seek; someone stands and lists all the possible genders, sexualities, and sexual preferences to the point of absurdity; a woman dressed as Eve, leaves covering her crotch and nipples with a snake wrapped round her neck, proceeds to devour an apple, spit it out, and beat the snake to death. Throughout, fruit is eaten, spat out, and violently smashed to the ground, after which a glittering fruit fly comes to enjoy the spoils whilst telling us about his first sexual encounter.

There’s definitely a lot of humour, which is a relief because something like this could easily take itself far too seriously: a cleaner, whilst ‘cleaning’ the audience, appears to find a baggy of unidentified white powder on a fellow reviewer, and greedily snorts it all up; a boy lays solemnly crying in a woman’s lap, and she peers at the audience, shrugging, “well, fuck this shit.” It’s irreverent and self-aware, but in the context of the rest of the script, it all just seems meaningless.

The design, too, is bizarre: Playing to the length of the long, skinny room, with benches on either side, the audience’s attention is drawn from one end to the other. The lighting is sophisticated, following certain performers with multiple spotlights, or shedding pink and yellow washes across the whole. One scene has a woman desperately chasing an ever-moving spotlight, which is actually very funny. But sometimes a monologue is carried out in darkness, whilst the audience remains well-lit, or a spotlight appears halfway through a scene. It feels both purposeful and poorly chosen. If you’re going to require the audience to seek out the next voice on such a long stage, you have to show them where to look. On top of that, in an attempt to create a dream-like atmosphere, there’s so much reverb on the mics that quite a lot of the script is lost to the already cavernous room.

Whatever the idea was in its fruition, it’s been lost in the execution. TAKDAJA prove themselves to be very capable, diverse performers, but the script needs a lot more guidance.

 

Reviewed on 1st March 2023

by Miriam Sallon

Photography by Lidia Crisafulli

 

Vault Festival 2023

 

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