To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
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Sh!t Theatre: Drink Rum With Expats, Soho Theatre London
Maltese mayhem and mirth from anarchic duo
High octane: Louise Mothersole and Rebecca Biscuit
[Bronwen Sharp]
If you can see past the relentless commodification you will be rewarded by enormously powerful work, suggests JENNY MITCHELL
CHRIS SEARLE revels in the one-off collaboration between an American polymath and a British Muslim, and detects the presence of their revolutionary forebear
GORDON PARSONS revels in an ebullient production of Shakespeare’s magical comedy
BRENT CUTLER welcomes a thoughtful analysis of the Erdogan regime, viewed through the evolving history of a neighbourhood in Istanbul
GORDON PARSONS regrets the price, but is dazzled by an outstandingly ambitious study of the way art restoration in particular, and culture in general was weaponised by the Nazis
SH!T THEATRE — the anarchic Louise Mothersole and Rebecca Biscuit — scored a hit with their latest show at the Edinburgh fringe festival and now the political performance duo are taking it on a not-to-be missed tour.
Drink Rum With Expats is set in the very watering hole in Malta — The Pub — where actor Oliver Reed drank his last and it’s inspired by the time a local friend invited the pair to do a show in the Maltese capital Valetta in honour of it being awarded European City of Culture status last year.
Of course, the troublesome twosome steer well clear of any awkward references to Brexit, the migrant crisis and the assassination of investigative journalist Daphne Caruana Galizia — not.
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