Deadeye

By Amber Lone

October - November 2006
London | Birmingham | Nottingham | Manchester

Deema and Tariq don't want to follow in their parents' footsteps. They don't want to waste time daydreaming about things they can't have. However, given that their parents expect them to uphold the same values as themselves, how can they be different? When you're trying to succeed, traditional values don't always apply.

The realities of their children's modern inner-city lives clash with parental attitudes from an older culture. This gritty new play explores individual values, family loyalty, freedom of choice, and the cruelty that can accompany it.

Deadeye was a co-production with Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

Cast

Shane Zaza as Tariq
Deema as Chetna Pandya
Sakuntala Ramanee as Zainab Madhav Sharma as Rafique
Pushpinder Chani as Jimmy
Beth Vyse as Kerry

Production

Director — Janet Steel
Designer — Matthew Wright
Lighting Designer — Simon Bond Assistant Director —Sayan Kent Dialogue Coach — Sarah Simmons

  • ★★★★★ “Milli Bhatia’s production of Sonali Bhattacharyya’s bleak allegorical dystopia is an awesome and unsettling experience”

    —Time Out

  • ★★★★★ “As an art form theatre is rarely truly frightening. Often a show will be disquieting, or sinister, but as King Troll began, I was confronted with the unusual sensation of fear… It is thought provoking and moving and is horror at its best.”

    —The Spy in the Stalls

  • ★★★★★ “As terrifying as it is heartbreaking, Sonali Bhattacharyya’s script masterfully explores the complexities of migrant experiences wrapped up in a thrilling horror allegory… an expertly executed political thriller.”

    Theatre and Tonic

  • ★★★★  “Grim, modern-day reality and folklore chillingly collide in Sonali Bhattacharyya’s new play… Milli Bhatia’s production brims with an anger fuelled by dark playfulness.”

    – The Stage

  • ★★★★ “Nerves jangle from the first moment, and never get a chance to calm during this cracking show that nudges activist drama into atavistic horror.”

    –The Guardian

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