This was a huge amount of rollicking good fun that (despite the casting of a female Malvolia) didn’t try to make Twelfth Night carry anything more than the tale set down by Shakespeare and do it as well as possible.
Certain theatres carry with them certain expectations. The National Theatre, to me, will always have the childhood thrill which is the due of the scene of some my earliest theatre-going days (The Wind in the Willows, and the excitement of a revolving stage) and due to ever-fresh joy of walking over the Hungerford Bridge to the Southbank. And obviously the National Theatre carries a weight with it in terms of prestige of performance – you should be able to go there in confidence that the show you see will be pretty damn good. As You Like It was pretty damn good. More than that – it was fresh and it was very very funny.
I’ve been very quiet recently – I’ve just come back from the rather spectacular Wilderness festival in Oxfordshire. So I’m afraid this is a bit of a “what I did on my holidays” post.