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| Nick Fletcher (playing Chris) and Ella Bruccoleri (Annie) in the European touring production of The Other Place. Photo credit_ Martin Argyroglo for A Zeldin Company |
In English
There is a kitchen. An ordinary middle-class home, like so many others, with its table, its chairs, and the garden outside.
At the far end of the garden, a tent. From this simple, almost unremarkable image, Alexander Zeldin builds one of the most powerful and deeply human tragedies of recent years. Staged at the Grand Théâtre in Luxembourg on 1 and 2 October, The Other Place is a gut punch that lands slowly, carried by the force of great dialogue.
Commissioned by London’s National Theatre, the play grew out of a striking idea that Zeldin discusses in Igor Hansen-Løve’s interview at the Festival d’Automne: to transpose the power struggles of Sophocles’ Antigone into a contemporary family setting. Creon becomes the father, or rather, the uncle. Antigone becomes Annie.
The plot is only seemingly intimate: Annie returns home years later, on the anniversary of her father Adam’s suicide. Waiting for her are her younger sister Issy, whom she has always protected, and their uncle Chris - the deceased’s brother, who has stepped into the role of father figure and renovated the house in an attempt to move on - along with his wife, Erica. But the past refuses to stay buried. Annie’s return shatters a fragile balance and demands justice for old wounds, forcing everyone to confront grief, guilt and long-unspoken resentments.
What stands out is the writing and the acting.
Here, Zeldin has chosen the strict rules of classical tragedy: the unities of time, place and action. Everything unfolds over 24 hours.
A constraint that becomes an act of virtuosity. “It’s incredibly difficult to write. The unity of time demands an economy of words and great precision. Nothing can be left to chance,” he admits. And it shows.
The dialogue is finely crafted and authentic. Not a single line feels out of place. The cast delivers it all with remarkable naturalness. It begins with a whisper, with minor everyday squabbles in the kitchen, with the unmistakable dark humour of the British tradition, which Zeldin never abandons. Then, line by line, the emotional intensity builds.
It is a perfectly paced crescendo, drawing the audience into the story without ever missing a beat, inviting them into each character’s private world of pain. Because, as Zeldin puts it, “all the characters suffer in their own little worlds, incapable of empathy, as though trapped in their own bubbles of suffering.” Suffering, he explains, has a kind of magical quality: it gives those who endure it the power to change reality. And that is precisely why those in power seek to keep the unfortunate on the margins.
On stage, the kitchen becomes a battleground for competing memories, power struggles and unhealed wounds. And that tent at the far end of the garden? Zeldin spotted it while travelling by train to London. To him, it already evokes drama and protest: a symbol of someone who refuses to give up.
The Other Place is not a light-hearted play, as Zeldin himself warns. It is one of his most demanding works because it reflects our times, “where abuse, violence and corruption lie at the heart of human relationships.” But that is precisely what makes it necessary. It takes you alongside the characters all the way to the climax, to the point where you can no longer look away.
The Other Place by Alexander Zeldin
Grand Théâtre de la Ville de Luxembourg, 1–2 October 2026
Performed in English.



