by guest critic Joanna Trainor
“He wants me to know who I am.”
Sometimes you can question why a theatre has chosen a particular moment to produce a revival of a show. This is not one of those times.
Jamaica
Nine Night, National Theatre
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by Laura Kressly
A riotous party is heard offstage and the cheerfully vintage, open-plan kitchen we see is full of food and drink. But this London home isn’t hosting any old house party. It’s a customary Jamaican wake following Gloria’s death, and three generations of her family have gathered to mourn. As they wrestle with grief, tradition clashes with modern Britain in Natasha Gordon’s kitchen sink drama that bounces from hilarity to gravity and back again.
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