When in 2015 Lynn Nottage’s seminal play, Sweat, dramatised the corrosive effects of de-industralisation on blue-collar lives in rust-belt America, it looked like the future of Trumpian politics foretold.
There is a terrible circular synergy between that moment of event theatre and this one in the staging of Dominique Morisseau’s Tony award-winning drama. It features a quartet of stressed out assembly-line workers in a car factory in 2008, but feels resonant as Trump stands on the brink of re-election.
