Australian Sarah Cathcart journeyed through the war zones of Nicaragua and New York. She here relates her experiences of meetings with war veterans, radical nuns and mothers of the disappeared in a worthy but flawed solo show. Although, Cathcart does make her various characters physically and vocally different, they're not different enough, and she slides rather than snaps between them. Nor does she define her playing areas as she moves about the bare stage, switching scenes between, say, a hut in Managua and a bar on the Lower East Side. The resulting uniformity of tone and pace sells her powerful story short.
Written for The Independent.
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