Julie , a South African adaptation of Strindberg's Miss Julie. Yael Farber transports the story to apartheid South Africa where the nation's resentment and pain are embodied by John and Julie. Two stuck and damaged souls. Breath taking. Stunning. Captivating. There are not enough superlatives to describe this bold adaptation. The set is down to bare essentials, actors are almost always onstage, scenes bleed from one to the other, while the tension never relents. Life is about extremes. Evolution comes from constant struggle -- adapt or die. And that is what all of these characters embody in some way. They are like atoms constantly colliding, as if in some discordant ballet -- it's beautiful, tumultuous, frictive and evocative. Sound here was used to perfection -- like the tension, it never eases. With onstage musicians and a live mixer, it pulses throughout the entire play, throwing the audience into a trance unable to escape. Few shows leave me emotional at the curtain call -- so blown away by what I've just witnessed, experienced. This is one of them. As Lauren and I walked out of the theatre it took quite a long time to regain a normal use of words. I love it when theatre does that to you. Takes you so far into another world that when you emerge you feel like you've traveled through a worm hole and once out you need time to find your bearings. This is a journey I'd gladly take again. Perhaps one of the