Orlando at the Garrick Theatre
I read Orlando as a teenager but haven’t been back since. I remembered it being a feminist treatise but of course revisiting it now, the sexual and gender identity aspects feel just as important. We tried out some cheap seats in a box, and I was a bit worried that we would have a repeat of the Noises Off debacle back in 2012 when we could only see half the stage. In fact this turned out to be a tiny box with just the two seats that we could move about, which meant we could lean over if we really wanted to see something tucked away, so it worked out well in the end. So, what about the play you ask? Well, it opens with 9 Virginia Woolfs (Wolves?) on stage, a chorus maybe, representing different selves I guess, but it allows for an entertaining dialogue when deciding what should happen to Orlando next. Having an onstage dresser in the form of Deborah Findlay also gave us a narrator and guide to run alongside the Virginia chorus to keep Orlando and...