October 7th, 2012

Fassbender ssssh

The Brit(ish) List


the correct way to date

Right now I'm cheered over discovering that a friend, of some considerable vintage (it must be said), still shares some of the same fancies I do. It ain't much, but I feel so weird and alone most days, so it's something.

Sorry, been such a rough week, with some real nastiness there (so nasty it makes me weep), but there have cinema highlights, so thanks again for the flickering magic and make believe (because reality, as I experience it, sucks).

First up there was the magnificent Globe production of All's Well That Ends Well, that I treked all the way to Newtown to see. Unfortunate luncheon choice aside (bubble, bubble, toil and trouble), I was impressed with the newly refurbished Dendy. It lacks the classic charm of your old art deco movie house, but at least isn't as squalid (or dangerous) as my local. I liked it. And again, great coffee. How do they manage that, when none of the cafes nearby can?

So, to the play. I loved it. I really did. The press release said they'd tried to recreate the live experience, and so they had. I certainly felt it was only a few points shy of being there (and I was, once, one glorious night), although there was the shot of the bored guy picking his nose five seats back behind one scene, and the aggressively bored Japanese woman who was downright scary in her uncomprehending loathing of the unfolding proceedings. That aside, I loved the interation with the audience, it really brought the play alive, and the players, winking and playing up, it made it fun. And the bawdiness, oh my, enough dick jokes to make even a QI panelist blush. I can see why we never studied it at school. Ooo-er, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, how's yer father. Suffice to say, I was laughing like a drain (I was raised on 70s Britcoms, I have no sense of decorum whatsoever).

I still think the so-called hero was the biggest dick of them all, though (love Sam Crane though), but if the king insists that All Is Well, who am I to argue? Certainly no argument with that cast, who made a meal of their characters and fitted them perfectly. Not a bad note or misstep among them. Especially the buffoons. Loved them. Hey, it's the medium. Pantomine farce is perfect for an open air theatre in the round doing bawdy Elizabethan pieces. Not so much for a procedural tv show. Oh, but I loved the cast.

I loved it. I just loved it. I loved it all the way home.
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