[Ed. – Is America far behind? Behind at all? God is not mocked, folks. Know where you stand with Him.]
The previous hour and 40 minutes were dominated by mutilation, castration, electrocution, two counts of rape, psychological torture, the cutting out of a tongue, and a fatal injection into somebody’s eyeball. It was hard to discern a narrative through the carnage.
Every night the audience is plunged into a hellscape where love, sex, and torture are so tightly intertwined that death is the only hope. Every character is forced to the limit of human endurance.
“Death isn’t the worst thing they can do to you,” says one of the victims. “They can take away your life but not give you death instead.”
Some of our heroes beg to be put out of their misery. One guy chooses to hang himself with the stockings he has been forced to wear.
The playwright, Sarah Kane, took her own life a year after the play made its debut at the Royal Court in 1998. She was only 28 years old…