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SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“There is an awful lot to absorb, but the company delivers the punches with refreshing jabs of comedy”

When Kurt Vonnegut’s novel, ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’ was published at the end of the 1960s, it quickly caught the imagination of the young generation and turned Vonnegut into an overnight sensation. An odd book, to say the least, it is both an antiwar novel and a science fiction. As a rite of passage, I remember giving it a go in my late teens, with limited success. Before seeing the stage show I brushed up on the synopsis and, on my advice, my partner read the Wikipedia summary. “How on earth are they going to stage this?” she asked just before curtain-up, succinctly echoing my own thoughts. Ninety-five minutes later, during an enthusiastic ovation, we have our answer. Eric Simonson’s adaptation is a remarkably creative piece of stage craft as it welds the fragmented narrative into a shape that pretty much resembles clarity.

The story centres on Billy Pilgrim (Patrick McAndrew), who has become ‘unstuck in time’. A character who is free from the illusion that one moment follows on from another. The past, present and future co-exist allowing him to flit from one to the other with ease. Thankfully the audience is given captions as to the ‘where and when’ for each scene – we would be lost without them. The story follows three decades (but not necessarily in the right order) of Billy’s life beginning with his time as a chaplain’s assistant during World War II during which he is captured and becomes a Prisoner of War. He survives the Allied firebombing of Dresden, and is later discharged with PTSD, spends time in a veterans’ hospital, marries, has kids, becomes a successful optometrist. But then he is abducted by aliens and taken to their planet – Tralfamadore – where he is kept as a zoo exhibit (whilst also impregnating a fellow abductee – a pornographic film star). Returning to earth he is reunited with his wife, survives a plane crash but is later assassinated while giving a speech about his time travels.

“All this happened… more or less” explains the narrator, enhancing the fantastical nature of the hero’s odyssey. In fact, there are three narrators, who also take on a ridiculous number of multiple roles that support Billy’s meandering fatalism. McAndrew wonderfully portrays the fish-out-of-water character with a mix of bemusement, nihilism, humour and philosophical insight that eventually cuts quite deep. Alex Crook, Ethan Reid and Sofia Engstrand play everyone else; impossibly switching between roles, locations and time. Often the indicators are tiny and the nuances subtle, but we never lose sight of who they are.

It is a truly collaborative enterprise. A juggling act with director Douglas Baker managing to keep all the balls in the air throughout. And alongside the fabulous four cast members, Baker’s video design is a fifth star of the show, the intricacy of which is rarely seen off the West End. Using both the back wall and a gossamer gauze downstage, the worlds the characters inhabit are brought to magical life. The timing is crucial, too, as the performers interact with the projections which are simultaneously enchanting and informative. It is relatively low-tech but, as they say, limitations breed ingenuity. An ethos that shapes the whole show. There is a shabby chic quality – a ramshackle atmosphere that is also extremely sleek. Like well-rehearsed chaos. We are reminded at times of The Goon Show with its mix of anarchic surrealism and rapid-fire nonsense. But beneath the humour the tragedy unfolds, until it is impossible to ignore the all-important messages laid out in a quite moving finale.

But it seems that humanity too often ignores them. Vonnegut’s story is a frightening loop. The atrocities that have gone before us are constantly being replayed. This theatrical revival is timely. There is an awful lot to absorb, but the company delivers the punches with refreshing jabs of comedy. We need to be on our toes, but with neither room nor time for distraction, this is an intensely captivating show.



SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 5th June 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Henry Hu

 

 

 

 

 

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F*CKING FUTURE

★★★★

Sadler’s Wells East

F*CKING FUTURE

Sadler’s Wells East

★★★★

“a triumphant return to Sadler’s Wells”

The performance space, a square, reflective floor surrounded on all four sides by close seating, falls into complete darkness. A single beat begins, somewhere between a metronome, a sonar and slow pulse of electronic music. As the light gradually rises, eight dancers individually enter the space, introducing a regimented walk-step, a forward and backward rocking march, at once jerky and effortless that forms a basis of the performance and from which emerge more expressive movements as the piece unfolds. Musically the atmosphere expands from that single beat into a techno-heavy score designed by Rui Lima and Sérgio Martins.

The eight performers are Catarina Casqueiro, Eríc Amorim dos Santos, Fábio Krayze, Doisy Bryan, Matias Rocha Moura, Max Makowski and Nala Revlon, alongside the artistic director and choreographer Marco da Silva Ferreira. They are dressed simply in loose reflective trousers and a light chainmail top and are intended to be ghosts from a previous century. Their performance is flawless, even in the near stasis of the march they appear effortless, almost gliding through the space. When moments of unison coalesce, they are striking, especially a square formation when, as one, the dancers raise one arm to the side, level with their shoulder and the other directly in front of them, confronting the audience, they make a quarter turn while lowering and swapping their arms, slapping their leg on the change. The result evokes both semaphore signalling and a marching band, underscoring questions of conformity, militarisation, and the structures that shape and inhibit all of us.

This moment encapsulates the narrative of the piece (Marco da Silva Ferreiro with Catarina Miranda and Cristina Planas Leitão): the performers are eight ghosts, the fallen dead from a previous century who died defending a system they did not believe in, at a time in which war was commonplace. Through the marching step, rigid 4×4 pulse of the music and militaristic dress, the piece questions the systems that shape us all, demanding conformity while also providing a language with which to rebel. What is the place for queer and non-white bodies in society, how can we use the tools of repression for liberation, without falling into a fetishism of power, how does eroticism activate and undermine masculinity? How can we fashion the lessons, expectations and constraints of the past into a more liberatory, as-yet-unknown future? These questions implicitly arise from the performance, as the more expressive steps arise from the base of the march, building towards a hopeful, confrontational, and sublimely surprising finale.

The atmosphere is enhanced through the exceptional use of lighting (Teresa Antunes, Rui Monteiro, Marco da Silva Ferreira). At moments, a single ring of blue light scans the floor passing over the dancers, at others a laser bisects the stage. Most effective is the use of the reflecting floor which sometimes produces mirror images of the performers or casts distorted shadows up to the roof spaces, which in themselves are beautiful and contribute to the otherworldliness of the piece.

A slight weakness on the night I saw the production was the chanted section when the dancers state that they are ‘the ghosts that you tried to kill’. I found the delivery of these key lines is a little lost against the musical accompaniment, which feels like a missed opportunity given that it is the only spoken moment of the performance. Despite this, the performance was captivating and the Q&A with Marco da Silva Ferreira was interesting and informative.

In our current moment, where militarism is once again rising and rights for minoritised groups are under attack, F*cking Future is a vital intervention into the dialogue and a triumphant return to Sadler’s Wells by the acclaimed choreographer. Friday night’s performance will be followed by an after event DJ’d by Rui Lima and Sérgio Martins, based on this, it stands to be a great party.

 



F*CKING FUTURE

Sadler’s Wells East

Reviewed on 4th June 2026

by Rob Tomlinson

Photography by João Octávio


 

 

 

 

F*CKING FUTURE

F*CKING FUTURE

F*CKING FUTURE