Sam Wanamaker Playhouse
I was a little anxious about this one – I’m not great with the heavy tragedies, and I worried about whether the changes in the Globe had been carried through to damage the tiny Sam Wanamaker Playhouse. I was right to be. The (happily unadulterated) Jacobean experience makes the tragedy far more immediate. This wasn’t, quite rightly, an easy play to watch.
I gave blood earlier this week. Don’t worry – I’m not about to go all Titus Andronicus on you and mention all the times Shakespeare talks about blood – life is too short and I tend to get light-headed just looking at my own donation*. I was just lying there, musing on how odd it was to, you know, undergo pain and some prolonged discomfort to help strangers. How great altruism is**. And how profoundly undramatic it is.
Last weekend I re-watched In the Bleak Midwinter, and had an epiphany.
13 February 2015
Twas the night before Valentine’s, and I was off to see a play about sex, jealousy, obsession and death. Probably a good thing I didn’t have a boyfriend to take with me (even if the couple I did go with didn’t seem to have a problem). And it was pissing down with rain, which is more of an issue than you might have been thinking since the Rose isn’t heated (thank god they give out blankets)*. Continue reading
I just hit fifty posts – right about on target for doing two a week. Wow! Although I enjoy doing the reviews of plays (and one on Othello will follow shortly, I don’t want to get backed up…) I have also enjoyed exploring outwards into the world of Shakespeare.
I am a bunch of radishes!
Othello is, apparently, like buses. I am wondering how many times one can see the same play in a very short timespan!