06 Friday Dec 2019
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A Christmas Carol, Backstage Life, Charles Dickens, dress rehearsal, first night, Shakespeare in Love
The second run of “my” A Christmas Carol” opens tonight – and let me boast a little: we’re sold out all the way to January. There is no way on earth to call it anything else than a huge hit, and I’m inordinately proud.
That said… Continue reading
21 Thursday Dec 2017
Posted in Eccentricities
Here I am, dreaming of a White Christmas – and not likely to have one, it seems, except for the frost. And I’m not exactly pining, but I sigh, and mumble to myself, and hopefully study the skies, and this kind of things.
To which many of my friends shake their heads, and a few actually scold me: when shall I grow up? Don’t I know what a damn nuisance snow is? Have I never suffered through the bother and disruption snow can cause? Continue reading
07 Thursday Dec 2017
Posted in Theatre
So, the Canterville Ghost’s second first night came and went – and it was… interesting.
You wouldn’t believe the amount of things that saw it fit to happen. missed cues, blanks, last minutes flying rescues (because the Company is made up of fast thinkers), hitches, mixed-up lines, missteps, misplaced props, a wobbly wing… and the most egregious of them all: our Duke of Cheshire wandering onstage during a scene where not only he didn’t belong – but the Otis Twins were commenting his absence in detail – much to their harried mother’s despair… Continue reading
04 Thursday Aug 2016
Tonight.
Tonight is first night for Shakespeare in Words.
We’ll still squeeze in a scrap of tech rehearsal late this afternoon (or so I devoutly hope) and then… Continue reading
01 Tuesday Dec 2015
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So, the Ghost of Agnese Visconti haunted the stage of the Teatrino D’Arco last night, and it was a lovely thing.
They were all very good – the bewildered poet and the characters in his head, and the Lord of Mantova was played with great flair and just the right touch of humour, the bewildered poet. And the actress who plays the Ghost was truly excellent: she captured poor Agnes to perfection, all the waspish impatience towards the poet who sugar-coats her story, all the urgency of her bid for truth… Because in the end this is what the play is about: the age-old dance between stage (or narrative) conventions, and historical truth – in the form of a ghost story… Continue reading
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