Zoe Strimpel

How politics killed theatre

When will plays stop having to be either chokingly woke or ‘bravely’ anti-woke?

The light has gone out: an exhausted-seeming Hans Kesting in Ivo van Hove’s Who Killed My Father. Credit: © Jan Versweyveld

Hope can be remarkably persistent. And so, despite several years of experience pointing in starkly the other direction, a recent weekend saw me at Who Killed My Father at the Young Vic, the latest from ubiquitous Belgian director Ivo van Hove. A young friend had gone with his father the previous week and both described it as ‘excellent’.

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