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Void

VOiD

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VAULT Festival 2020

Void

VOiD

Pit – The Vaults

Reviewed – 28th January 2020

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“Capasso’s crafting of the character is rich yet subtle, allowing Ali to be believably disturbed but not so much so that we can’t trust what she tells us”

 

Sophia Capasso’s one-woman show VOiD is a dark, thought-provoking work that at its finest moments is completely riveting.

We start by following the neurotic, quivering Ali, who has just thrown her phone against the wall in an act of protest following a suffocating barrage of notifications. Newly liberated from the disingenuous digital world, she turns to us and begins to unravel the complex story of where she is and how she got there, revealing that she has been charged with stabbing a man outside Shepherd’s Bush tube station.Β We are given some insight into each part of the story: the trial, the therapist’s office, the first day of prison and the fateful night of her alleged murder, but the details we really want to uncover are not always given to us – a clever storytelling hook from Capasso’s writing. Everything is told entirely from Ali’s perspective and in a way that suggests that her mental state is fragile and therefore erratically shifting throughout the play as she addresses us.
This, coupled with the bare set, stark, abstract lighting and use of mime makes us wonder – where actually is Ali, what actually happened and what can we actually believe?

It’s certainly a testing predicament for the audience and made even more so by the heavy implication from Ali that she was raped, and that the murder is linked to this – an act of self-defence, perhaps? The victim-blaming nature of the trial is certainly a story that needs to be told thanks to the worrying reflection on how the justice system treats victims of assault and abuse, yet Capasso keeps the details deliberately vague and open-ended, giving her audience the task of trying to uncover the truth themselves. What is especially tricky is attempting to figure out whether Ali’s neuroses stem from the trauma following the described events of the story, or are the results of her simply losing her grip on reality – a dilemma which would not work if Capasso’s own performance were weaker.

As it is, Capasso’s crafting of the character is rich yet subtle, allowing Ali to be believably disturbed but not so much so that we can’t trust what she tells us – she is conversational and even charming at times with occasional moments of black humour timed well. The balance she convincingly strikes has such a small margin of error, and bar a few ripples of random nervous laughter that seem gratuitously thrown in, Capasso and director Bruce Webb are to be congratulated for achieving this.

My only slight gripe with VOiD is that I left wanting a bit more from it – often we are told as audience members that this is a good thing, however I feel as though 45 minutes for this play was maybe not enough time for it to properly develop. We only visit each β€˜scene’ of Ali’s story once and the order of events is not presented chronologically, which could result in some audience members being tricked into thinking that piecing it all together at face value is all there is to the story. Not only this, but for me it was unclear who the murder victim actually was due to inconsistencies with the location; perhaps this was the intended effect but it seemed like a strange detail to omit, and one that I couldn’t quite accept. Perhaps establishing more of a link between the events described as well as where Ali actually is when she tells the story could help us feel less lost as we’re watching VOiD. Or perhaps the fact that we’re losing our grip on the reality of Ali’s world as much as she herself is puts us exactly where the play wants us, and thus it triumphs.

 

Reviewed by Sebastian Porter

 

VAULT Festival 2020

 

 

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Santi & Naz

Santi & Naz

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VAULT Festival 2020

Santi & Naz

Santi & Naz

Cage – The Vaults

Reviewed – 28th January 2020

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“There’s a lot of charm in the storytelling – the playfulness and joy in the girls friendship is particularly lovely – but the script can only skate across the surface of these turbulent waters”

 

1947 was a tumultuous year in sub-continental history. India became independent, and partition forced the migration of over ten million Indian Muslims to Pakistan, during which, millions were slaughtered. It is against this backdrop that we watch the friendship of two young girls play out. Santi and Naz are best friends from the same village; they play together and share confidences as best friends do. But as they grow up, their difference – Santi is Sikh and Naz is Muslim – is highlighted by the political and religious turmoil playing out around them. At the same time, Naz’s increasing awareness of her attraction to her friend – even as she is betrothed to an older man from outside the village – provides its own drama.

This is a lot to cover in an hour long piece, and as a result, none of the thematic strands can be explored with any depth. There’s a lot of charm in the storytelling – the playfulness and joy in the girls friendship is particularly lovely – but the script can only skate across the surface of these turbulent waters. Although accessible to everyone, the play will be richer for those with some knowledge of this history; Rose-Marie Christian (Santi) is splendidly funny as she impersonates Gandhi and Jinnah, for example, but funnier if these figures are already present in the mind’s eye. In contrast, the true horror of the trains full of murdered migrants is impossible to convey with a single reference, and, despite a writerly attempt to address this through analogy (the decapitation of a donkey in the village) it still seemed superficial and somewhat grating. Similarly, the fleeting moments addressing Naz’s attraction to her friend left this reviewer wanting more.

The luxury of a longer time slot would iron out a lot of the problems . Guleraana Mir and Afshan D’Souza-Lodhi’s script takes poetic flight at certain points, but these moments didn’t really have time to breathe. Similarly, the sketched-in movement sequences have the potential to be much more fully realised and really give the texture that they only teased at here. This evening’s performance felt like the beginning of a creative journey, rather than the culmination of one, but one well worth continuing.

 

Reviewed by Andrea Wright

Photography by Steve Gregson

 

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