First trip to this theatre complex, which had me in mind of the Barbican (sort of). Groovy orange lights, comfortable bars and random sofas, shame the seats in the studio are so hard and small. In all the years I've been going to the theatre, I have only ever heard the audience call out during a serious play once ( David Mamet's Oleanna). Extremely annoying then that there are people who can't help themselves. I don't know how the excellent cast coped with that and the misplaced laughter, but cope they did and admirably. Very interesting play by David Harrower and richly deserving of its multiple awards. Not one for the innocent or easily offended. This is tough, harrowing stuff.
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Showing posts with label David Harrower. Show all posts
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Saturday, 9 April 2011
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