Due to a slight technical issue I am actually writing this post on Sunday. Which means that I can predict the future and tell you all about the play I am going to see tonight and the actor I fell in love with. Confused? Me to.
I was lucky enough to be given tickets to Taming of the Shrew at the Hampstead theatre for my birthday. Or, more specifically I was given the tickets and told that I was being taken to a play I would really identify with (I subsequently punched the gift giver in the arm).
The play was the best Shakespeare performance I had ever seen. It was fast, funny, and outrageous. You know the actors are talented with they can make you laugh even when you don’t fully comprehend the words. The guys (all guys) preforming it were the Propeller Shakespeare company & they were the definition of slick.
Every word was effortless and every move was as exciting as opening night (this was the last show). The costumes were a brilliant mix which looked slightly like a charity shop threw up over them – which lead to a Shrew in punk, mousey sister in flapper and the men veering wildly between Russell Brand and 1970’s librarian.
I had totally forgotten how violent this play was, and it was testament to the talented players that I was laughing and applauding not calling a domestic violence helpline. That Shakespeare dude was seriously messed up in the head.
Oh and the falling in love? The actor in the blue trousers & marching band jacket had me swooning in my seat. He had the face the moves and the talented tongue (by this I mean he delivered a speedy monologue, get your mind out of the gutter). So, nameless actor in the blue trousers – comment below and I will have your babies.