As an Usher you’re consigned to the fact
that your stage is not the actual stage, but the foyers, bars and corridors
surrounding the auditorium. You may be able to hit every note of ‘Defying
Gravity’ from Wicked, know the
choreography of A Chorus Line inside
out, and have practiced dying on a barricade (the back of a sofa) at home for
when the call comes to join the cast of Les
Misérables, but that doesn’t matter.
LSE final year International History student / film-watcher / amateur baker / theatre-goer / fashion-lover / WWI nerd
Showing posts with label Theatre Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theatre Review. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
Sunday, 2 March 2014
Versailles
As 2014 marks the centenary year of the
First World War, it seems entirely fitting that there’s currently a significant
increase in interest surrounding the conflict. The BBC’s World War One season
is starting to gain traction, with documentaries and dramas either already
aired or in the pipeline for the coming months. It’s not only the television
that’s seizing the moment: the theatre world is joining in too.
Monday, 10 February 2014
Wednesday, 22 January 2014
Coriolanus
Booking tickets to see Coriolanus at the Donmar Warehouse was almost as stressful as last
minute exam revision. Within 28 minutes of the box office opening the entire
run had sold out in a frenzied fight over limited seats. Somewhere in amongst
frantic refreshing I managed to secure what felt like a golden ticket, and had
I not been on the ball I certainly wouldn’t have been so lucky. It was well
worth the stress, though, as Josie Rourke’s Coriolanus
proved to be a gripping and intense production with a powerhouse performance
from man of the hour, Tom Hiddleston.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Sleeping Beauty
Thanks to so many bad experiences with panto, I've always figured that I'd been put off for life. To me it's always been tacky, childish and an exercise to be avoided at all costs thanks to my annual primary school trip. It was always a disaster: something went wrong on stage, the audience frequently loved to heckle and it was universally awful. As my first forays into theatre were through panto it's a miracle that I stuck with it to become such a huge fan of the stage today.
However, I'm a firm believer in second chances and although I disliked an awful lot (everything) about the primary school trips to Crewe I wasn't about to let bad memories of shocking productions taint my opinion of panto now. Surely it's deserving of a second chance? I wanted to do something quintessentially Christmassy to mark the end of my last Michalemas Term at university and so I leapt at the chance to see Sleeping Beauty at the Park Theatre. Would this shake my long standing hatred of panto or confirm my previous theories were correct?
However, I'm a firm believer in second chances and although I disliked an awful lot (everything) about the primary school trips to Crewe I wasn't about to let bad memories of shocking productions taint my opinion of panto now. Surely it's deserving of a second chance? I wanted to do something quintessentially Christmassy to mark the end of my last Michalemas Term at university and so I leapt at the chance to see Sleeping Beauty at the Park Theatre. Would this shake my long standing hatred of panto or confirm my previous theories were correct?
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
The Cripple of Inishmaan
Subscribing to The Times has to be one of the best things my mum's ever done. Last night I was lucky enough to see the critically-acclaimed play The Cripple of Inishmaan followed by a post-show Q&A with Daniel Radcliffe thanks to the team at MyTimes+.*
*and I literally bumped into Jon Hamm. omgggggg!!!
*and I literally bumped into Jon Hamm. omgggggg!!!
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
A Curious Night at the Theatre
Every now and again I come away from a moment feeling so happy, so lucky and so inspired that I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to: be it applying for an internship I'm convinced I'm not good enough for, traveling round the world at the drop of a hat, or walking up the stairs at Covent Garden tube station (harder than it looks: there's a lot of steps...). There's simply nothing I can't do and 'impossible' is no longer a word in my vocabulary. It's a magical feeling that I've not experienced for a while, but the floodgates were opened when I emerged into the cool night air on Shaftesbury Avenue following an utterly fantastic and totally unique evening at the theatre.
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