A visually spectacular evening to compliment my day.
Pleasant stroll from my digs across Waterloo Bridge to The National Theatre.
To see Everyman, a morality play from the Middle Ages, brilliantly reworked by Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy.
Everyman is successful, popular and riding high when Death comes calling. He is forced to abandon the life he has built and embark on a last, frantic search to recruit a friend, anyone, to speak in his defence. But Death is close behind, and time is running out.
One of the great primal, spiritual myths, Everyman asks whether it is only in death that we can understand our lives. A cornerstone of English drama since the 15th century, it now explodes onto the stage in a startling production with words by Carol Ann Duffy, Poet Laureate, and movement by Javier De Frutos.
An über-modern production in the Olivier Theatre at The National Theatre.
Chiwetel Ejiofor takes the title role and gives a solid performance.
Not an expression I would normally use, but it was…
And then back across Waterloo Bridge with the city and St Paul’s illuminated.
I’m green with envy – Chiwital Ejiofor, that WOULD be awesome!
How intellectual, Ian. I don’t think I could cope with the language. Simon and I walked out of The Avengers last night. I couldn’t possibly give a review accept to say don’t expect the film to be a sequel to Steed, etc. Others left too and we went to the same new cafe, Chez, close by.
I’m enjoying the memories that I have of that type of meandering through London. Bron and I were able to spend 1 week there, and not in a back-pack type of accommodation too. She had a couple of school friends who were squatting with some other people and disappeared to play with them – I didn’t know where, and that left me free to get cut price tix to theatre. Very exciting time.