This review by Emily Holyoake was originally published by Exeunt Magazine on 8 February 2019.
In Rosa, the episode Malorie Blackman wrote for last year’s series of Doctor Who, the TARDIS lands in 1950s Alabama at the height of racial segregation. Not long into the episode, one of the Doctor’s friends, Ryan, who is black, notices a white woman has dropped her glove, and tries to return it to her. The woman’s husband slaps him.
I think I went into Pilot Theatre’s production of Noughts & Crosses expecting a slap – that sudden shock of something hurtful, embarrassing, and true. But this version of Noughts & Crosses doesn’t slap you, it just pulls you deeper and deeper, wrapping you up in history and the present and how things are supposed to be.
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I was born in 1991, so when I first got hooked on Doctor Who in 2005, I did what every young nu-Who fan is supposed to do to prove themselves – I bought the DVDs, at least one of every previous Doctor (and a fair few more of Five because pretty). I watched them all, even the boring bits, so I could truly understand my heritage. And now I have this old suitcase full of boxes, full of nostalgia that isn’t even within my living memory. I’ve kept them all because the stories are mostly good, because they now mean something to me, but there’s no denying that I made that investment of my time and money because I felt like I needed to qualify why I belonged.
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