Thursday, 24 July 2025

Mrs Warren's Profession

Wednesday 23 July, 2025

Exploring gender roles, the class struggle, mother-daughter relationships and societal hypocrisy, this should still be superbly relevant. Starring Imelda Staunton and Robert Glenister, this should have been exciting and well-acted. I found it too shouty (particularly between mother and real-life daughter) to be considered good and too obvious to be enjoyable. Kate disagreed on both points though so and so did most of the reviews so ... 


Saturday, 5 July 2025

The Comedy About Spies

Saturday 5th July 2025

No Brian, as he was back at Fron with Nita, after her mid-week fall. Hence Subs and I saw Echo after dinner for two on Thursday and Hans, Clare and I saw this hilarious matinee after a delicious lunch for 3 at Dishoom. (I limped there with what turned out to be the start of plantar fasciitis.)

The opening scene is one of the funniest things I've witnessed and the whole thing was brilliant which is why (writing this in March 2026), B and I are booked to see it this year!

Thursday, 3 July 2025

Echo

Thursday 3rd July 2025

My first Royal Court experience. I would have thought it was interesting and experimental, except that it was another play where the actor hasn't read the script and is instructed in real time by the playwright. In this case, the playwright (Nassim Soleimanpour) was on video from his home in Berlin, where we saw the real rug, his wife and his dog. The actor was Milly Alcock, I believe, one of the few I hadn't heard of in a stellar cast. It would be mean to say we got the short straw but Toby Jones, Fiona Shaw, Adrian Leicester, Jodie Whittaker were amongst the possibilities.

This was more successful than the oak tree but still, for me, limited in its impact (so much so that, writing this - March 2026 - much later than I should have, I had to google it up before I could recall anything about it). 

There was the Persian rug - more valuable the more it is walked on - and reflections on what it is to be a migrant, particularly one that may never be able to return home (to Iran, in this case). Nassim was warm and enigmatic and his interactions with his wife were sweet, but I'm not quite sure what the "play" was, whether another actor is needed or whether this was just a talk or documentary hiding as theatre.