Chatterbox - still talking nonsense

 A warm and dry evening lends itself perfectly to an evening at the Globe and this one didn’t disappoint.  This is a traditional version of the play that surely would have satisfied the purists but without being stuffy at all.  For the first half, the theatre was full of the lovely lightness and comedy of this classic enemies to lovers romcom.   Ekow Quartey was an engaging and sweet Benedict and Amanda Vitalie turned in a great comic performance as a fiery fury of a Beatrice.  The two secondary lovers were fairly insipid but that’s no fault of the actors;  I’ve rarely seen performances that manage to lift those characters into something more interesting.   The second half  has a fairly clunky change of pace and tone, and always feels like a screeching handbrake turn to near tragedy but, in an echo of Romeo and Juliet, the priest’s suggestion to play dead works out this time and so we get our happy ending. The bit that really grates though is the shocking misogynistic about turn from L

 I love the Donmar as a theatre, even when, as on this occasion, I am in the back row of the circle in the horrid high seats.  And with this production, in the round, and with the lights kept up, implicating us all in the events on stage, there is even more opportunity for people watching than usual.  I was particularly taken with the woman who held the programme up to the side of her face for the whole of the first half, then kept a scarf wrapped over her nose and mouth for most of the second.  Was there a bad smell?  Did she have toothache? And of course there were always the few who looked like they were dropping off. So what about the actual play?  Well this is a radical rethink, with a hippy feel and significant rework of the text, making it much swearier and up to date in general.  And it had lots of music added, particularly in the second half, plus a conscious effort to involve the audience in the action, to the extent of getting audience members up on stage.  The  individual p

I did a fair bit of pondering over who is really the underdog in this new play by Sarah Gordon.  We meet all three Brontë sisters but Charlotte (an excellent, feisty Gemma Whelan) is the one who acts as our guide through this story, and it’s her point of view we hear although she's a pretty unreliable narrator.  The play is funny and rolls along, more than a little bit meta, and with plenty of reaching across the fourth wall.  We get to meet the sisters when they are trying to work out how to make ends meet and eventually develop their plan to use male pseudonyms to get their work published.  I liked the scratchy way their sibling relationships and rivalries were laid out, with Charlotte as the bossy and overbearing older sister with narcissist tendencies, and Anne (Rhiannon Clements) constantly being undermined but fighting back.   The play references their work, but actually it is only interested really in their relationship, so it was a shame really that we didn't get to kno