sat 25/05/2024

Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner, Royal Court review - memes, memories and meanings | reviews, news & interviews

Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner, Royal Court review - memes, memories and meanings

Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner, Royal Court review - memes, memories and meanings

Bright new two-hander about an internet troll is intelligent, provocative and funny

Female friendship: Danielle Vitalis and Tia Bannon in 'Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner'Helen Murray

Few theatres have done as much to promote new young talent as the Royal Court; few theatres have done as much to stage plays about the pains and pleasures of the digital world; few venues have tackled the themes of race and gender in contemporary society more effectively.

Now, once again, it's time for a young writer to make their debut in the upstairs studio space. Step forward Jasmine Lee-Jones, whose new play, Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner, has an arresting title, and has been advertised as an exploration of "cultural appropriation, queerness, friendship between womxn and the ownership of black bodies": but can it live up to the hype?

Well, actually, yes it can. The play takes its title from twentysomething Cleo's sudden rush of anger when she reads a tweet by Forbes hailing the 21-year-old Kylie Jenner as "the youngest self-made billionaire ever". Yes, it's enough to make you spit. Most people would just write a witty response and leave it at that. But Cleo is not most people: she begins a tirade of tweets about the injustice of rich white women managing to get more rich simply because of their background. For her this is just another example of white supremacist capitalist claptrap. So she decides to tweet about different ways of killing Kylie Jenner.

Cleo's tweets are amusing and incisive, but her best friend Kara is worried. Why can't her friend just write "a simple intelligent disagreement with a dose of wit"? Why the death messages? Why the knife emojis? As the two friends discuss Cleo's tweets, the whole history of their relationship gradually bubbles up: they are both black but Kara is more light-skinned than Cleo; Cleo has man trouble but Kara is a lesbian. As they discuss the different feelings that they have experienced, their frustrations with each other become apparent. At the same time, Cleo's Kylie Jenner tweets get more and more extreme, and soon twitter trolls are onto her.

Seven Methods of Killing Kylie Jenner, Royal CourtTo say that Lee-Jones tells this 80-minute story with vigour is like saying that a twitter storm is a mild inconvenience. Her text is alive! It jumps off the stage, does a quick somersault over our heads, and then lands with a kerang. She artfully alternates scenes set in Cleo's bedroom with scenes that take place online, giving an amazingly energetic sense of how real life and twitter life can collide, combine and contradict each other. It's one of the liveliest pieces of writing to appear for a long time. At the same time, there's a raw pain that aches through the piece. Amid all the jokes about female friendship, there's a real rage about racism and about how black women are treated.

Of course, only a dedicated hermit would be unfamiliar with the outlines of Lee-Jones's picture of identity politics. The tensions between black women of different backgrounds – Kara is mixed race – and of different sexualities are well known, but that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be aired once again. Especially given the theatrical flair and emotional integrity of this two-hander. By the end, the sense of agony and anger is palpable, and the playwright works hard to avoid letting us off the hook. In a way that reminded me of Selina Thompson's salt., Lee-Jones widens the focus to encompass the history of the slave trade. 

Inspired by Natasha Gordon-Chipembere's 2015 book on Representation and Black Womanhood: The Legacy of Sarah Baartman, this play engages with the vile history of how, in the early 19th century, European powers seized black women from Africa and displayed them in cages as curiosities. As she points out, we can't even be sure of the birth name of the woman known as Saartjie (Baartman). But her fate is recounted in excruciating, and rather moving, detail. In a powerful contrast to Martin McDonagh's ghastly A Very Very Very Dark Matter, which made merry with the idea of a black captive woman, Lee-Jones writes with intelligence and control.

Directed by Milli Bhatia, this is one of those productions which challenge you to go with the flow: the rapid rat-a-tat of the dialogues, with their internet slang and memes, is not always clear, and you really do need to look at the playtext to see the full splendour of the playwright's imagination. Rajha Shakiry's design (pictured above) suggests the tangles not only of the internet, but also of any close friendship (and Lee-Jones is particularly good on how past incidents fester in the memory). I was also blown away by the performances of Danielle Vitalis (Cleo) and Tia Bannon (Kara), who switch effortlessly between the intimate domestic scenes and the wilder internet world. Their passion is both inspiring, and just a touch frightening. And that is as it should be.


Jasmine Lee-Jones's text is alive! It jumps off the stage, does a quick somersault over our heads, and then lands in a crouch


Editor Rating: 
Average: 4 (1 vote)

Share this article

Add comment

Subscribe to

Thank you for continuing to read our work on For unlimited access to every article in its entirety, including our archive of more than 15,000 pieces, we're asking for £5 per month or £40 per year. We feel it's a very good deal, and hope you do too.

To take a subscription now simply click here.

And if you're looking for that extra gift for a friend or family member, why not treat them to a gift subscription?


Get a weekly digest of our critical highlights in your inbox each Thursday!

Simply enter your email address in the box below

View previous newsletters