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Wow.
Just... wow.
That was so lovely. The production made it look exactly the way I imagined it when reading it, and the final scene, with the characters dancing and casting shadows on the wall ... boy; I wept.
You realize of course that my PhD studies were Postmodernism/Romanticism, so this play is just like a wet-dream for me. If I hadn't "done" novels, I would have done work on this play, and may still. It's wonderful. I'm so glad I succumbed to temptation.
Jean-Luc and Gandalf will have a lot to live up to!
I had a very good seat, except that the female half of the young couple in front of me had her hair teased into this immense Phyllis Diller- like fright-wig style, which obscured some of my view of the stage. However, they were a lovely young couple, obviously in the first throes of lurv, you know, hands drifting semi-casually, shoulders touching, electric, speaking glances to each other under seemingly casual conversation. What was delightful, though, was that in the interval they launched into a very intelligent discussion of the play, revealing some fairly detailed study of it (I suspect that it may be part of A-level syllabi?). I was so tempted to jump in and add my 2 cents to the conversation, but ... well, you know, there's a limit to academic geekitude.
Just... wow.
That was so lovely. The production made it look exactly the way I imagined it when reading it, and the final scene, with the characters dancing and casting shadows on the wall ... boy; I wept.
You realize of course that my PhD studies were Postmodernism/Romanticism, so this play is just like a wet-dream for me. If I hadn't "done" novels, I would have done work on this play, and may still. It's wonderful. I'm so glad I succumbed to temptation.
Jean-Luc and Gandalf will have a lot to live up to!
I had a very good seat, except that the female half of the young couple in front of me had her hair teased into this immense Phyllis Diller- like fright-wig style, which obscured some of my view of the stage. However, they were a lovely young couple, obviously in the first throes of lurv, you know, hands drifting semi-casually, shoulders touching, electric, speaking glances to each other under seemingly casual conversation. What was delightful, though, was that in the interval they launched into a very intelligent discussion of the play, revealing some fairly detailed study of it (I suspect that it may be part of A-level syllabi?). I was so tempted to jump in and add my 2 cents to the conversation, but ... well, you know, there's a limit to academic geekitude.
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