Once the finest hotel in town, the Empire is as faded as the dreams of the piano player who haunts the lobby. Jojo, a heart surgeon and recent arrival from India, is a night porter in the hotel. Ammachy runs the Empire with an iron fist and has one big problem; her niece is blind and she will not be married. Sasha knows she must not marry because she is cursed – everything she loves dies. One night, Death checks into the Hotel.
Sublime and ridiculous, simple and profound: Indian Ink bring you a play about love, death and what is worth preserving.
The Pickle King received a record seven nominations in New Zealand’s theatre awards 2002, and won the supreme award, “Production of the Year”. It appeared in Singapore at DBS Arts Centre from 30 January to 16 February 2007 presenting three shows each day.
“A piece of total theatre which offers humanity and psychological insight in a package of good plain laughs, luminous performances and brilliant staging.” Dominion Post.