"You don't know what I am capable of"
Relocated to a contemporary USA and with two women of colour playing the servants, Jamie Lloyd's version of Jean Genet's The Maids becomes just as much about race as it does about class and incredibly powerfully so. The 'otherness', the 'difference' of which sisters Solange and Claire speak as they twist themselves into increasingly sadomasochistic games thus plays at an additional level and at the point when their socialite employer Madam casually, cruelly, asks Claire "which one are you, you both look the same to me", it lands with an absolute gut-punch.
Loosely based on the real-life story of sisters Léa and Christine Papin who murdered their employer's wife and daughter in 1933, years of servitude have similarly done for Uzo Aduba's Solange and Zawe Ashton's Claire. Whilst their mistress is out, they play vicious divertissements of dress-up in her couture gowns, roleplaying both her and each other in scenarios that end in violent death. And as eventually becomes apparent in the vibrant and salty language of Benedict Andrews and Andrew Upton's translation, what we're actually witnessing is less a game than a rehearsal for the real thing.