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Just a quick heads up that I plan to watch and live-tweet the 2014 film Anarchy, also known (to me at least) as the biker Cymbeline. It seems like a fitting way to spend some of those crazy hours between Christmas and the New Year!

If you want to join me, I’m on Twitter at seek_cymbeline. I plan to start at 2.00 pm UK time. There will probably be snark, and maybe drinking (it is Christmas after all!) and undoubtedly some appreciation for Shakespeare and for anyone who chooses to tackle his more bonkers plays…

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Measure for Measure (3)

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Who will believe thee, Isabelle?

Bear with me, gentle reader, as I try to do something a little different in this review of the Donmar Warehouse production of Measure for Measure. You can take it as read that the staging, lighting, music and so on were all as excellent as you might expect, and I’ll probably get to the performances in due course. But this production was clearly designed to make a bold statement about gender and power imbalances, and that’s an area in which it is impossible as a woman not have an interest.

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Much Ado About Nothing

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Antic Disposition – Grays Inn Hall

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Photograph by Scott Rylander

Ah Much Ado. This was my fifth production in five years and it was every bit as enjoyable as all the others – no sign of fun-fatigue in the same way I think I might be getting misery-and-ambition fatigue (and still one more Macbeth to go this year, oh Lord!)

This was an Antic Disposition production in Grays Inn Hall, with an Anglo-French flavour similar to Henry V but luckily not at all harrowing. It was WW2, rather than WW1, which definitely helps.  Messina was a town square, complete with bunting and tables (and an onstage bar which sold drinks – but only during the interval!). We saw the first night which came with the minor additional excitement of power cuts taking out the stage lights, and we were sat at a table in the bar, right in the action.

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Othello (3)

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Shakespeare’s Globe

I was back at the Globe for the hottest day of the year thus far, a strange contrast with the first Othello I saw, back on a damp and mizzy February day – the only link being that both were in Shakespearean venues. It was also my first time standing since the raising (and re-lowering) of the stage, and I’m happy to say that hanging off the edge is as glorious an experience as it used to be.

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