The cough persists, but is slowly receding, and fortunately leaving me enough time between bouts to be able to enjoy stuff without annoying my neighbours too much.
Tim Rice/Stephen Oliver: Blondel
It seems that I am gradually coming round to an enjoyment of musicals. (Not all of them, though!)
Blondel is a very early Tim Rice offering, and was good fun, if a bit panto-ish. There were some outstanding moments, great voices, and some excellent characterisations, including the best Prince John since Alan Rickman.
The Union is a theatre best experienced in winter, I think. The summer heat inside this little railway arch was oppressive, and the seats are packed in with very little legroom. I was seated near a portable air-conditioner, which was noisy and didn’t do much to cool the air. On the plus side, the cafe is good, with lots of outside space.
ROH/ Big Screen
These “big screenings” are an event with their own style. Picnic suppers, live-tweeting and singing lessons in the intervals.
I wasn’t able to get to the local Big Screen this time, and so missed my traditional Wimpy takeaway picnic, but because it was a live stream, I was able to join in via my iPad, with a home-delivery KFC picnic on the sofa. (Sadly, Wimpy have not joined the home delivery market yet.)
Turandot is spectacularly problematic. One of the best arias ever in NessunDorma, but as bad in its treatment of women as you could find pretty much anywhere.
i live in hope that one day I will see a performance of this opera that does not use yellow-face. It must surely be possible to find Asian singers; or if not, to change the setting so it is not so obviously Chinese.
Wayne McGregor: Woolf Works
I confess to not being a ballet lover. I like some dance, but generally speaking, big ballets leave me fairly cold. Having said that, occasionally one will catch me out. This week the BBC broadcast a live-ish production of WoolfWorks from the Royal Opera House, and I was captivated. The music was modern, costumes were beautiful, design was excellent and the dancers were wonderful. i particularly liked the middle Orlando section, and this has spurred me to download a copy of the book to add to my to-read list.
Shakespeare: Julius Caesar
Okay, so not live, but this film of JuliusCaesar from the Donmar was one of the highlights of my cultural year so far. Outstanding performances by Harriet Walter as Brutus and Martina Laird as Cassius; some inspired design/props elements (particularly the red rubber gloves); and a bit of hard rock music, too. The use of a prison setting, and its incorporation into the play was clever, and the all-female, multi-ethnic casting was well-justified. I loved this, and recommend it to anyone, Shakespeare lover or not.
I decided to just read these one a week in the order they come, so, first up for this week was StAubyn.
There is a lot of hype about this author, and the book is certainly readable. It is also mercifully short, because the subject matter is shocking. I couldn’t understand why so much praise had been heaped on it, until I did a bit of research and discovered that it was autobiographical. That put a very different complexion on the story, and pushed me into buying the other four books in the series.
The rest of the Patrick Melrose series kept me occupied while I suffered with the lingering cough that stopped me sleeping this week. I found this whole series bleak and populated with really unlikeable people. Thankfully, there is redemption at the very end of the last book.