Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead… Good
This is not a review of that production. There are plenty of them around. Here, Let me Google that for you. This is a summary of how the production made me feel.
I enjoy going to the theatre a lot. It can be any kind of theatre. I am not fussy. Except one type. It cannot and must not be bad theatre. ‘Hang on’, I hear you say, ‘You have just said you like all types of theatre’. This is very true. However I know enough about most theatrical styles to spot something underwritten, overwritten, underrehearsed, overacted and generally not up to scratch. I do not mean theatre that does not match my taste, but theatre that does not meet the standard I expect for my money.
And there seems to be a lot of it about. So much so that I was beginning to think that perhaps my expectations are unrealistic. I feared that my standards were so high that it is actually impossible to meet them, and I might have believed this was the case except that would involve crediting myself with a vision beyond the bounds of all existing performing arts which I can not, no matter how much I may claim to. That is until last night’s outing.
Who cares if you understand the play? Who cares if you like it? Not me. It was just reassuring to see people doing their jobs incredibly well.
I am fully aware that this makes me sound entirely c%$!y * but in the spirit of giving myself enough rope to hang myself I am currently doing the following things:-
- Directing a play. I will post details when it is on so I may be judged.
- Writing said play. This is a new one for me so a shitting on is anticipated.
- Setting up an acting school. Because I am not moaning about it all for the fun of moaning about it.
Plenty opportunity to crash and burn on all of those things.
Go and see the show if you get a chance and reasonably priced tickets. It is, as a matter of personal taste, a phenomenally well written play and it is given great life in this run. And if something has blown you away let me know in the comments.
* it’s hiding the word cunty. The title of this post doesn’t even bother to hide it.