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Part of the Education season pre-actual season starting.  Won a buncha ticketses, so me, Ruthi, Orjan and Carmilla went along.  (turns out it was Orjan's first theatre in 13 years and first Shakespeare in 15) Expecting it to be cold but not as bloody cold as it actually was. looked like a nice day.  not necessarily sunny but no rain forecast, and as much as I love the globe, downpour is somewhat argh-some.  The steward made a jibe about it having snowed on them last saturday.  And laughed.
 
Music pre-start was brass ... and then we figured out what the tune they were playing was.  Bloody 'Call me Maybe'.  Which then segued into Jessie J's 'Price Tag'.  (which actually works absolutely fine scored for trumpets) Started with a fight (including bmxs in the manner of city riots, incl the main stage prop, a burnt-out car.) Fight almost entirely feet and fists with requisite flailing and attempted martial arts moves because, hello, teenagers.
 
Costuming : hoodies and modern gear for teens (Tybalt is in full estate gangsta style parka), suits and formal for adults, Paris as young City type, with fortunately no colour coding that you often get.  Unless you've very specifically set it up as gangs or military, this gets really tired.  One suspects Jade Anouka* (Juliet) was very glad that current fashion for girls is hotpants and very thick tights.  Nurse, in full chav mode was probs luckiest - velour tracksuit, padded gilet and uggs.  Utter genius touch was Friar Lawrence and co, who were in full beige and other tans as happy clappy missionary types, complete with horrific glasses and sweater vests.  And the ball - utterly hysterical - first Mercutio and Benvolio bounded onstage in full Only Fools and Horses mode as Batman & Robin, then we got Tybalt as Darth Vader (and flick-out lightsabre which he kept slashing about to make a point when he goes into his snit-fit), a Captain America, a Marge Simpson, a Scooby Doo, etc- all cheap store bought, and bestest, Capulet as Elvis.  Complete with flames up the sides of his flares. Romeo and Juliet were in bits of standard Globe costume to make them stand out with neon accents for stuff like tights, but seeing the wondrous tackyness of everyone else, wondering what the hell they were supposed to be.
 
Good performances, convincing teenagers (sometimes they're so worthy/succumbing to the text that they just don't convince as teenagers - Juliet's supposed to be *13*, and if you're doing it in modern dress, you better play her as a modern day 13 year old, not how she'd have been expected to behave in the 17th century) and Romeo was a complete twerp.  As is right and necessary.  Best was Friar Lawrence and the Nurse, who were by turns well-meaning and meek with great 'oh shit' and 'give me strength' expressions and completely vulgar for the Nurse.  Who believes in shopping expeditions.  Most of the Nurse's dialogue works so bloody well in this setting.  Actually, as does quite a bit for this play - slang and phrasing's made enough of a turn around in the last decade to not need translation as long as you act it right.  Tybalt doubled up as an extremely down and out drug dealer :cough: apothecary. Definite tinge of the ex-Lahndan wideboy in Capulet.
 
Standout moments:  IT FUCKING SNOWED.  TWICE.  (we declared that this counted as all the fresh air we required for the entire Easter weekend, *and* it was done in the name of culture, so counted double.  fucking freezing)  Didn't know going in that there wouldn't be an interval.  They cut some of the second half's scenes to reflect this, including the killing of Paris (as seems to be really common these days, any idea why? doesn't add anything? makes Romeo less sympathetic?) and most of the tomb scenes - Friar Lawrence finds out from his 
fellow happy-clappier that the letter didn't get delivered, Juliet gets put in the tomb, Romeo commits suicide, Juliet commits suicide.  No interruptions by Friar. Wasn't bad, just made the suicides a bit rushed. Mercutio nearly skidded off the stage at one point when riding the bmx.  Usual coming through the crowd entrances from the cast, including where Romeo grabbed a blanket off one groundling, then borrowed Orjan's strawberry beanie for a disguise.  He did eventually give it back.  All of Romeo's internal questions were directed at the crowd, and after the first time where he made a gesture for an answer, the crowd were very cheerfully yelling back yes or no.  Yours truly 
got asked a question by Juliet and I did answer 'fuck no.'  May've got attention by our lot being the loudest gigglers at the funny moments. (pattern? what pattern?) The adults in the crowd are never going to forgive Romeo for walking in singing along to One Direction's 'You don't know you're Beautiful' and then getting the crowd to sing the last line.  We know One Direction lyrics.  Shut up.  It was forced.
 
Post-play, retreat to Founders Arms for desperate warm-up of hot drinks...
 
*If you ever want someone to play Tara off've True Blood'scousin?  grab Jade.  Even has her wtf expressions.
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Went to see Cockney vs. Zombies last night with Gideon, Taz and Cas. (absolute sod trying to find it as it's in so few cinemas) It's written by the lovely yet demented James Moran (Severance, dr who ep Fires of Pompeii & the Sleeper ep of Torchwood). it's a lovely heartwarming family drama, that involves Honor Blackman with a shotgun & Richard Briers on a zimmer frame trying to outrun a zombie. (seriously. the younger generation tries to rescue their grandparents from the care home when the zombie hordes attack. It's very funny, immensely gory, and likes doing twists on the clich├ęs in a way that makes the audience cheer. And the final credits song is by Chas and Dave.

Found out partway in that Cas had *never seen a zombie film*. Or was aware enough of the genre to know what would be involved. I kept pushing her head out of my shoulder and making her watch the gore. We still don't know how she achieved getting to her 20s and missing the point that zombie films are gore fests. (it was also concluded that zombie films work so much better if they're comedies. See Zombieland, & Shaun of the Dead. Exception being 28 Days Later. And there must be at least one case of someone saying 'Seriously, what is wrong with you?' and you really, really have to have a decent reason for the characters not to know that you shoot them in the head. Like being completely cut off from civilisation for the past 40 years.)

I...um... may have started a Shakespeare's Globe tumblr after finding out there wasn't one? I'm mostly doing a news and nicking the photos (with accreditation) from their twitter feed, but I did poke them to ask if they had one first aside from their pinterest, facebook and twitter. tumblr just appears to be their blind spot. Their twitter @the_globe is great. They post photos and like playing word games. so: http://globefan.tumblr.com :shuffles feet: It's not my fault, I have a bit of a compulsion and a record of doing this kind of thing. Anyway, they're screening last year's Much Ado, All's Well and Dr Faustus. check your cinema for times. Mine's being an utter bastard by screening them at 3pm on a wednesday, which makes bugger all sense since they normally screen theatre stuff in the evening and it nearly always sells out. Clearly people with *jobs* don't like Shakespeare.
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me being incredibly late with updates, aside from the weather: rainy. with occasional sun but lots of wind at all times.

Henry V, Globe, 27th June Read more... )

Richard III, Globe, 14th June Read more... )

Hollow Crown: I FLAIL. I GIBBER SOME MORE. And then they fucking inflicted Tom Hiddleston in leather, and later, oiled, sweaty and in just a towel on us. Dear lord, that's just not *fair* to inflict on the public. Look for me on saturday during Henry V, I will not be sane.

And...um... it looks like I have a job. Production Editor at Taylor & Francis (if you know publishers, they own Routledge) in the journals. 2nd interview was really late due to boss going on holiday, but got called up the next day with an offer. Cue me now being a wee bit nervous until that contract is in my hands.


annnnd now I'm off to see Play without Words. where judging by the posters, Richard Winsor is going to get seduced over a kitchen table by a sixties dollybird in a cricket sweater. My life, the *hardship*. buckets for drool will be laid on.
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Er, yes, I haven't been updating my lj much...

Dr Faustus @The Globe. Arthur Darvill (Rory from Dr Who to you) as Mephistopheles. An alternately earthy and restrained performance - Mephistopheles seemed to project the raised eyebrow of 'really?' 'Humouring you.' as a debonair gent. ...Who we would not kick out of bed for eating biscuits, as [personal profile] halcyonday put it. Mad giant puppets (creepy little zombie dolls! GIANT dragon skeletons with moving batwings! Furry demons with massive goat skulls on stilts!), the Seven Deadly Sins crawling all over each other, popes ordering people's tongues being torn out, the comedy lot farting and making sex jokes... (Marlowe is really not subtle. Nor are The Globe) Oh, and Faustus being rather blatant in pointing out in the contract that he gets Mephistopheles, right? Dukes and their pregnant wives wanting a threesome! All the musician wearing bird heads! American students at the end of Act 1 going 'er, that was a bit racy.' As we snorted and went 'You have no idea about Act 2, do you?' Audience having porridge and water spat at them! The comedy lot barging through us to make their petition and needing a boost up on stage!

The only real problem (as several critics have pointed out) is that the modern-day audience has no fear of damnation, so they had to shift the tone in places a bit and when Faustus resigns himself to the fact he's going to get taken near the end, and all the other scholars are trying to figure a way out, the audience had a distinct air of unimpressed. In the 'You made the deal, it was all spelled out for you, you got all the benefits for 24 years, we have *no* sympathy for you trying to get out've it now, mate.' mode.
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So, yesterday, met up with Jules, went to South Bank for brunch, options being Giraffe or Canteen (Jules craved bacon, so Canteen it was.) We also started on the cocktails. After that, popped into the Festival of Britain - all the advertising and a few leftovers from this 1951 festival that was focussed on the South Bank but had stuff all over the UK - meandered up to the Eye (or as i refer to it, the ferris wheel), realised we were going the wrong way to check out the Globe. Got to the Globe, purchased tickets for All's Well That Ends Well, retired to the Swan. *more* cocktails. (the barman refers to the drinks menu as a vague guideline) Chortled and snorted loudly and made gestures. Got addressed directly by one of the players. (they also singled out one poor student asking if he would fancy the job character x had to do) Had sangria and prosecco in the interval. (the Globe is *very* civilised) Concluded that although it's an incredibly feminist play, Bertram is an utter wanker (play v clear about this) and we really wish girl #1 hadn't chosen him in the first place. meandered back, collapsed on the Royal Festival Hall balcony with more cocktails because our feet hurt. Fountain'd. (which mostly consisted of me going 'wah! Cold! Wet!') By that time we were getting hungry again, and Jules craved pie. Sadly Pieminster was not sit-down at Oxo Wharf, so Canteen it was again. But no cocktails this time. G'n'T. Also dessert.

And the whole time we talked writing and fandom and muppets and tropes and AUs that might as well be original fic.

What did you do yesterday?

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