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Lots of fun. I think they will excavate the rest of this Lonsdale's work though he sounds to have been a bit of prat personally from the proggie note. Sort of sub Noel Coward.
Nice performances. Pity they couldn't afford really swish clothes for the gals who were supposed to be rolling in it. The coat had holes in it. But for a small space it was well presented and very well directed. A few ciggie fumblings. People who really smoked used to light up in a flash.
Thinking: seen really nice stuff at small venues recently: St James, The Print Room and now this at Jermyn St. Entertaining and heartfelt. Long time since I came out of the Olivier/Lyttleton thinking I had enjoyed myself. And it isn't the money.
#261994 On Approval
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on 14 April 2013 - 03:31 PM
#243729 Bad Behaviour At A Show
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on 04 November 2012 - 12:27 PM
I see from the "All That Fall" thread that Trevor Nunn's phone off went in the auditorium the other night! Perhaps Trev and Peter did it for a bet. If someone sees a drunk Richard Eyre singing along loudly at Jersey Boys and Nicholas Hytner elbowing people out of the way at the stage door of Wicked to give a birthday cake to Ben Freeman we'll have the full set of badly behaving National Theatre Artistic Directors.
#243705 Bad Behaviour At A Show
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on 04 November 2012 - 08:33 AM
http://www.telegraph...of-theatre.html
I wish I'd taken this approach and shouted at his daughter during his rubbish production of Twelfth Night.
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But as the 25-year-old delivered the play's final words on its opening night it became clear that one member of the audience was less than impressed.
"Stop, stop, stop," a mystery voice boomed from the stalls. "It doesn't work and you don't work. It is not good enough. I could be at home watching television."
They were stunned to discover that the culprit was none other than Sir Peter Hall, former director of the National Theatre and a colossus of the theatre world.
"Stop, stop, stop," a mystery voice boomed from the stalls. "It doesn't work and you don't work. It is not good enough. I could be at home watching television."
They were stunned to discover that the culprit was none other than Sir Peter Hall, former director of the National Theatre and a colossus of the theatre world.
I wish I'd taken this approach and shouted at his daughter during his rubbish production of Twelfth Night.
