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smallhobbitNot spoiler free, but it closes on Saturday, so I suspect none of my flist will be going to see it.
I was really excited when I saw Sam Troughton was going to be in another play at the Young Vic and enthusiastically bought a ticket as soon as they were released. I am so very glad I hadn't just gone to London to see this play. (SM and I were celebrating our wedding anniversary and so had gone to London for the weekend - he was visiting the Handel Museum and the Royal College of Music Museum at this point).
This was the first revival of Marguerite Duras' play in twenty years. I'm not surprised. Sam Troughton and Emily Barclay were very good, but they had little to work with. There seemed no point to the story (fortunately the play only lasted just over an hour) and although at times it appeared to be picking up speed in the end nothing happened.
It had a very modern setting, which failed miserably. The first half the two actors are sitting up on a large platform, with their backs to the audience, whilst their faces are being broadcast on a large screen next to them. Most people watched the screen - I watched the actors to pick up more of the body language - and I had paid to see a play not a film. When the first half finished the actors came down by cherry picker and moved into another part of the theatre, with the majority of the audience following, either taking their chairs or choosing to stand, presumably to give the play an intimate feel.
I wouldn't say this innovative theatre made any sense - it didn't enhance the performance - although I suppose if someone was falling asleep it would have woken them up.
However, I did get to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duckyone afterwards, which was great.
I was really excited when I saw Sam Troughton was going to be in another play at the Young Vic and enthusiastically bought a ticket as soon as they were released. I am so very glad I hadn't just gone to London to see this play. (SM and I were celebrating our wedding anniversary and so had gone to London for the weekend - he was visiting the Handel Museum and the Royal College of Music Museum at this point).
This was the first revival of Marguerite Duras' play in twenty years. I'm not surprised. Sam Troughton and Emily Barclay were very good, but they had little to work with. There seemed no point to the story (fortunately the play only lasted just over an hour) and although at times it appeared to be picking up speed in the end nothing happened.
It had a very modern setting, which failed miserably. The first half the two actors are sitting up on a large platform, with their backs to the audience, whilst their faces are being broadcast on a large screen next to them. Most people watched the screen - I watched the actors to pick up more of the body language - and I had paid to see a play not a film. When the first half finished the actors came down by cherry picker and moved into another part of the theatre, with the majority of the audience following, either taking their chairs or choosing to stand, presumably to give the play an intimate feel.
I wouldn't say this innovative theatre made any sense - it didn't enhance the performance - although I suppose if someone was falling asleep it would have woken them up.
However, I did get to meet
duckyone afterwards, which was great.
