Closing night! Lane, Jack and Algy cut loose with their director.
Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts
Friday, 11th March, 2011
Gwendolen. How absurd to talk of the equality of the sexes! Where questions of self-sacrifice are concerned, men are infinitely beyond us.
Jack. We are. [Clasps hands with Algernon.]
- from The Importance of Being Earnest, with some added ham!Thursday, 10th March, 2011
Opening night of The Importance of Being Earnest!Here is one of my favourite scenes - Gwendolen and Cecily being extremely nice to each other, shortly before erupting into all-out war involving cake and bread and butter... not pretty!
Friday, 8th May, 2009
This is the Sydney Theatre Company's Wharf Theatre. If it's a weekday, this must be a matinee, and if it's a matinee, it must be a school excursion... a memorable performance of Arthur Miller's The Crucible.
Tuesday, 28th April, 2009
Another Tuesday night, another piece of theatre. I've been a glutton for culture lately :)This time it was to see the awesome production of Metamorphosis, a stage adaptation of the (in)famous novella by Franz Kafka. A collaboration of the Icelandic Vesturport Theatre and the London Lyric Hammersmith, it is irresistibly mesmerising and jawdropping in its physicality. If you're reading this in Sydney and it's not yet the 3rd May, go and see it!!
This is a picture of Hickson Road Bistro. I didn't eat there tonight but it looks suitably dramatic to mark this theatrical occasion.
Tuesday, 21st April, 2009
Another glimpse of the long, lonely walk down the Wharf 1 corridor (Sydney Theatre Company). Its barrenness is a perfect foil to the second act of The Wonderful World of Dissocia.
Tuesday, 14th April, 2009
It was a miracle of rare device,Saw Travesties as part of our Sydney Theatre subscription with the girls. The Opera House is magical at night - it looms out of the darkness and hovers over you, ethereally and somewhat spectrally.
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, as always)
Da-da!
Friday, 6th February, 2009
Raw belligerence and belated remorse, confidences and allegiances stretched taut as violin strings: The War of the Roses, part II, at the Sydney Theatre. Pamela Rabe was a standout as the wryly cynical Richard III who makes a heaven of England's hell (a very Miltonic Satan figure). Sitting in the front row, I got covered in the "winter of his discontent" - black little paper flakes that never stopped flooding down throughout the second act - until Richard's reign had reached its bloody end.
Tuesday, 6th January, 2009
The long walk down to see Nina Raine's Rabbit at the Sydney Theatre Company. Not very nice if you're late for a play - watch the uneven floorboards! - which we thankfully weren't. (I do, however, have vivid memories of racing up the steps of the Opera House, regularly, throughout the duration of our ballet subscription.) Toby Schmitz's performance was the standout for me - he brought such energy to the role and to the stage - but I also loved the fascinating meditations on memory: just a room full of tuning forks?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)