They All Die At The End is a brown boy fantasia that tells the story of love, family and identity. What does it mean to be a Malaysian Indian man in 2023? What did it mean to be one in the past? What does it mean to love, to exist and to live as a brown man?
Combining poetic text, dialogue, music and movement, the show explores painful realities and joy-filled spaces. Presented in collaboration with klpac, the devised production presents a world where brown men can be who they want to be and say what they want to say.
In all my years of attending these things, it's true that there hasn't been an all Indian male cast in a production like this (that I or anyone else knew of).
It's all vignettes, so if you don't like one, just wait for the next one. Have to like how they worked the national anthem requirement at the start of the show which kinda cracked me up. The only audience participation this show had was merely arm raising to questions projected unto the big screen, which is more my kind of audience participation (if you know my history of unwanted participation in live shows...). The Tamil spoken in the show I just gotta let wash over me. They also weren't kidding when they said the show was for mature audiences, but I don't want to get into details.
I didn't hate the show, the headache I had hindered my enjoyment.
It was a 2 hour show (+15 minutes for intermission).
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