Khandan is so well paced and naturalistic it is easy to forget that you are watching a play at all, instead it feels like the audience have all been invited into the Gill family’s homely living room and offered their own cup of chai. This is largely thanks to Kaur Bhatti’s character-driven narrative that is executed superbly by the small cast of six. The best word to describe this well-nuanced piece of theatre would be ‘authentic’ – everything from the rotis and saag that are cooked live on stage right through to comedic moments, such as when Jeeto justifies that the reason she needs to shout down the phone is so that the relatives on the other end of the line in India can hear her. These moments enable the audience to escape into the naturalistic verisimilitude of the piece.
I particularly enjoyed Kaur Bhatti’s varied depiction of the female characters in the work: from Jeeto, the highly critical matriarch, to her wry and wayward daughter Cookie, and of course the over-enthusiastic daughter-in-law Liz, who is eager to please at all times. Each and every one of the female parts are multi-faceted and engaging to watch. My only slight criticism of the piece would be that the plot twist that is instigated by Pal’s destitute cousin Reema (Preeya Kalidas) is slightly predictable, and teeters on the edge of being soap opera-esque. That said, on the whole Khandan is one of the most enjoyable plays that I have seen this year. I would strongly recommend spending the evening in the company of the Gill family, sipping a cup of chai that Jeeto will probably complain has been made with too much milk.
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