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Kin review: A story of refugees since the 1930s that's a hymn to the human spirit, writes PATRICK MARMION
PATRICK MARMION: Astonishing news just in at the National Theatre: most of us come from all over the world.
Developed over three years by director Amit Lahav (an Israeli-born Londoner, by way of Yemen and Palestine), the often mesmerising performance is set to minimalist Michael Nyman-ish music, with added wailing, drumming and the shrieking trumpets of Hispanic fiestas. Kacey Ainsworth is a proper East End mum, steeped in denial and enforcing her rule with strategically dispensed biscuits; while Katie Eldred, as Steve's young wife, fumes with suspicion. With Antonio Pappano, sadly in his last new production as music director, constantly winding his fine orchestra up to full intensity and three terrific sopranos enacting an operatic equivalent to What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?, it is not an evening for the faint-hearted.
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