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Invisible
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The Stage
Ben Sharratt - 21st October 2011
Invisible, by Croatian playwright Tena Stivicic, is a compassionate tale of immigrants to Britain being overlooked, underpaid and broadly underwhelmed. The underlying theme appears to be that in the modern world, with its blurred geographical boundaries, techno-reliance and career pressures, a great many of us exist in a state of flux - it's just that some are more stateless than others.
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One Suffolk
Rachel Sloane - 20th October 2011
At one time, when a foreign language was heard on our streets, we assumed it was a tourist - nowadays the immediate response is to think "immigrant".
With asylum seekers, illegal immigrants and economic European migrants too often lumped together in the public mind, it is good to be reminded that each, however they arrived on our shores, is an individual with a story.
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Glen's Theatre Blog
Glen Pearce - 17th October 2011
Our society is an ever shifting medley of characters shaped by the influence of cultures from around the world. In the past this influence has come from the countries historical roots as a major seafaring and trading nation, but now it's just as likely to be shaped by economic migration. Despite centuries of migration communities are perhaps more isolated than ever before, unaware of those around them.
Tena Štivičić's play looks at two distinct sectors of the community, both interacting but never fully recognising each other until a fateful event throws them violently together. They are indeed, as the title suggests invisible to each other.
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The Public Reviews
Michael Gray - 15th October 2011
Migrants, economic and otherwise, asylum seekers, exiles and refugees. These are the invisible ones, not always on society's margins, but part of its fabric, essential but unseen.
Croatian dramatist Tena Štivičić has devised a thoughtful, and thought-provoking, play which seeks to give a voice to those who are on the move, fuzzy and faceless behind the translucent screen at the back of the stage. The set, designed by Hayley Grindle, is anonymous and impersonal a glass (operating?) table and orange institutional chairs.