Not Like Beckett is a one-man, avant guarde, absurd piece that draws all sorts of non-subtle connections to the wrong doings of each and every one of us.
Stunning to look at, aurally entrancing and humorous in its own bizarre way, Matinya Toekang Kritik had all the makings of a great show. But unless you understand the language and the issues at hand, the overall point was clearly lost in translation.
This experimental and high energy excursion into early 21st century “popera” makes good theatre, but I can’t see it enjoying the longevity of its generic predecessors.
