Dr Faustus @ The Globe (23 June)
Jul. 11th, 2011 10:32 amEr, 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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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
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.
