Chatterbox - still talking nonsense

 A day out in London took me first to see the new Marilyn Monroe exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery, followed by a brief wander through Tate Modern before ending the day at the Globe for a glorious production of Much Ado About Nothing. First, the Monroe exhibition which was extensive, organised by her life story and relationships with different photographers over the years including Philip Hausman, Cecil Beaton and her close collaborator for on-set photography, Eve Arnold.   It was interesting how closely she curated her image, having control over which proofs got to see the light of day and which were banished (until now) to obscurity by Monroe's pen through the image. Ironic how that control vanished after her death. There were plenty of stories about her being difficult and fighting with the studios, but it is interesting to see how many of them were her not wanting to be put in the dumb blonde box.  Her story is so well known but there were plenty of pho...

 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 thou...