Writing down what I think about theatre I've seen in That London, whether I've been asked to or not.
Showing posts with label Ziggy Heath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ziggy Heath. Show all posts
Saturday, 12 October 2024
Theatre review: The New Real
My relationship with David Edgar's plays has been mixed: I think my still-strong memories of enjoying Pentecost in the '90s make me always want to give his new work a try, but the RSC's most-commissioned modern writer was also responsible for the notoriously dreary Written on the Heart, and after last week's meh Here In America I felt a bit of trepidation towards the second of his premieres this autumn. The New Real is also described by the blurb as both "epic" and "panoramic," so they're really making sure you know it's going to be long. Still, my first show at Stratford's The Other Place since it was serving as The Courtyard twelve years ago turns out to be flawed, but worth checking out. Edgar returns to Eastern Europe and an unnamed former Soviet state, in a story spanning the last 22 years and looking at the question that has been worrying many political playwrights: How did politics move so far to the Right and so far from reality in that time?
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Alex Lowde,
Daon Broni,
David Edgar,
Edyta Budnik,
Holly Race Roughan,
Jodie McNee,
Lloyd Owen,
Martina Laird,
Patrycja Kujawska,
Roderick Hill,
Sergo Vares,
Stratford-upon-Avon,
Ziggy Heath
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Re-review: French Without Tears
French Without Tears made number 6 in my favourite plays of last year (you can read my original review here,) so it wasn't a hard choice to make another trip to Rattigan's early comedy of young men learning French in hopes of entering "The Diplomatic." Paul Miller's production has returned to the Orange Tree for a month prior to a national tour. Only two of the original cast members have returned - Joe Eyre as the smitten Kit and David Whitworth as the quietly grumpy teacher Monsieur Maingot - and the new actors bring slightly different characterisations to their roles, but the light feel and well-executed comedy are unaffected. Florence Roberts, for example, is a somewhat crueller Diana than Genevieve Gaunt was, taking obvious pleasure in breaking the hearts of the young boys while plotting to find the most suitable husband material among them.
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