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2001

Blasted

Written by Sarah Kane

Play Details

Context

Artistic Director
Ian Rickson

Dates Performed

Thursday 29th March 2001
Jerwood Theatre Downstairs

Play Details

Synopsis

The 1990s, or perhaps the present

Written during a period of war and atrocity in Europe, this play brings those grim realities closer to home. Simultaneously, it highlights the unsettling violence, prejudice, journalistic cynicism, and misogyny persisting on UK shores.

Director(s)

James Macdonald

Content Warning

Graphic portrayals of rape, severe physical violence, and cannibalism; accounts of wartime atrocities and human rights violations, including those involving children; usage of intense racial, LGBTQIA-phobic, misogynistic, and ableist slurs.

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Cast & Creative

Cast

Neil Dudgeon

Cast

Kelly Reilly

Cast

Tom Jordan Murphy

Designer

Hildegard Bechtler

Lighting

Jean Kalman

What our readers say

 

What’s it like reading this play now?

To revisit this play after seeing it over a decade ago is to be reminded of the brilliance of Kane’s writing, as well as the utter horror depicted within it.

It is a masterclass of writerly stagecraft. Kane’s ear for speech patterns is stunning. Her ability to use the ‘realist’ mode to create such scarcely believable – scarcely bearable – scenarios and to make them utterly truthful is devastating. It has hardly aged at all.

What did is it tell us about the past and present?

Kane wrote Blasted while war was raging in the Balkans and horrific human rights abuses were taking place. Today Russia continues its invasion of Ukraine and news of atrocities akin to those of decades ago are reaching us. In some European countries the right is on the rise and violence against minorities is on the increase. Women continue to be subject to misogyny and verbal, physical, and sexual violence. Blasted speaks to today as much as it did to the 1990s.

What films or music does it make you think of?

The Russian film Loveless (2017). It has a very different scenario – not of war, but of a lost child in the city – but laced with similar brutality and bleakness and, as the name suggests, where compassion has been squeezed almost to extinction.