There's a lot to admire in Ubu and the Truth Commission; the mixture of archive footage and animation, the coordination of that with the action on stage, the puppetry, the slick stage management.  And how on earth did they manage to get that vulture squawking and flapping its wings let alone the whirling microphones?

The victim and witness statements were harrowing (were they verbatim testimony?) and the distance given by hearing them delivered, as I expect they were in fact, in translation as the witness spoke in their own language heightened the feeling of amazement at how cruel human beings can be to one another. 

A white Ubu who personifies the apartheid regime and its enforcers gives us all the grossness, selfishness and evil of the original as he scurries about trying to hide his misdeeds and make up his mind about revealing all to the commission.

I've always thought of the truth commission as a really noble concept and had the impression that it had served South Africa well.  But this play seemed to me to present an altogether bleaker vision of its effect and as Ma and Pa Ubu sailed away into the sunset of a better tomorrow I had no confidence in it being better for anyone.

Wikipedia has a very long and detailed article on the play for searchers after more and undoubtedly truer analysis.