The “Mythic” Does Nothing To Illuminate a Flawed Premise


rsz_rondopicWe toddled off to the Rondo again last night for a second visit after the recent success of our “Poetry can what…?” evening.  I had noticed a production of a play called “Knives in Hens“¹ by David Harrower and knew nothing about either but since I like to take a bit of a risk with theatre and since the Rondo is only ten minutes walk away I thought it would be a good opportunity to support the theatre and see something a little different.  This is what the blurb for the play said:

Best known for his play Blackbird, this is David Harrower’s astonishing début.  Set in a God-fearing, pre-industrial rural community, a young woman comes to terms with old grudges and factions, an unexpected betrayal and a growing awareness of her place in the world. 

A young peasant woman meets a miller who offers her the opportunity to awaken and learn. It’s about giving one woman the power of the written word, a power that we take for granted but which, once discovered, endowed humans with the ability to learn, to remember, to teach and to endure.”

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Crazy “39 Steps” Tomfoolery


39 Steps 1We have just been to see “The 39 Steps” on tour at the Theatre Royal in Bath (of course).  I knew that it had been very successful but not quite how successful until doing a little subsequent research.  It began playing in 2006 in the West End and went on to complete 771 performances in New York.  So we are really seeing the last drops of revenue being squeezed out of an idea first developed for a small theatre in 1995: Continue reading

“Handbagged” by “King Charles III” or It’s All In The Premise


Political Gabfesters
Political Gabfesters

This post was nearly lost in my inertia.  We saw two plays in quite quick succession late last year – already referring to 2015 as last year seems quite scary – and although I began a draft I lost my enthusiasm primarily as I didn’t feel up to the intellectual struggle of saying something constructive.  However these things have a way of coming back up when the time is right.  Generally one needs a “hook” to hang them on and in this case I was listening to the Slate’s Political Gabfest today on my early morning walk around Bath which I had been missing for the last few days awing to excessive wind and rain when the participants embarked on their “Cocktail Chatter”.  This is the closing segment in which each contributor retails some little piece of chatter that they might engage in at a cocktail party.

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