I thoroughly enjoyed the RSC’s Imperium. Great writing, clever production, brilliantly acted. Overall, a great day out in Ancient Rome.
However implausible its set up may be, I really enjoyed Pressure. It’s so much more engaging and fun and gripping than it has any right to be and is a case study in just really superb acting.
Adapted from Eugene Ionesco’s French absurdist comedy by Patrick Marber (who also directs), Exit the King, in a nutshell, tells the story of the death of the titular King, who’s told he must die and then does, in real time. It’s no more interesting than I’ve made it sound.
I don’t use the word ‘hate’ often in this blog, because let’s be real I never truly hate being in a theatre, but I came very close to hating Allelujah! I’ve not had such a viscerally angry reaction to a play for a very long time.
Fun Home is a great show: touching, unique and deeply humane in a way that feels so needed at the moment. I just wish it had been longer.
You know those ‘if you’ve been affected by the issues in this programme…’ messages you get sometimes after particularly traumatic documentaries and/or episodes of Hollyoaks? Have you ever seen one in a theatre before?
The financial crash of 2008 has much to answer for, I think. Top of the list? Brexit and President Trump. One thing it has yet to really produce though, for my money (pun intended), is any really great theatre. Or perhaps I should qualify that statement: no really great theatre in English.