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So I'm now back in the wilds of the (not-so) North after two days in London.
I got the train down yesterday with some people from my German drama class, and we went to the matinee showing of Brecht's The Good Soul of Sezuan. Now. I really enjoyed it; Brecht is one of my favourite authors and I think that the acting and staging of the play was good. But. They changed it a little too much for my liking. I quote the very reliable Wiki on the matter:
At the end ... the narrator throws the responsibility of finding a solution to the play's problem onto the shoulders of the audience. It is for the spectator to figure out how a good person can possibly come to a good end in a world that, in essence, is not good.
Yet in our production yesterday we were given an ending, and I really think that it took something away from the play. Also, they added this whole sub-plot about heroin. Erm.
But, there was an old lady sat behind me and Tom who gave a commentary of the play the whole way through, which totally added to the Verfremdung...
But anyway, afterwards we all went for a drink, then I met Nic at Goodge street and went back to her flat, had something to eat and a shower before heading into Soho and going to various bars until about 1am, when we headed home, but ended up having a chat until about 3am over banoffee pie. Well good.
This morning we were up and out by about 11.30 and Nic took me to the Tate, since I've never been. Some of the stuff was just pointless, in my opinion, but other pieces were amazing. I really liked the Communist Russian posters they had up on the 5th floor, and one of the installations that was called 30 Pieces of Silver or something like that.
Afterwards we walked to St. Pauls and had lunch (some random tourists took a photo of me when I was stood outside of Pizza Express. Random), and then sauntered across the city to the station. Had a quick coffee and then got on the train to find my seat was in first class. Result!
But yeah, now feeling sleeping and gearing myself up for becoming a social recluse over the next month, until after the exams...
I got the train down yesterday with some people from my German drama class, and we went to the matinee showing of Brecht's The Good Soul of Sezuan. Now. I really enjoyed it; Brecht is one of my favourite authors and I think that the acting and staging of the play was good. But. They changed it a little too much for my liking. I quote the very reliable Wiki on the matter:
At the end ... the narrator throws the responsibility of finding a solution to the play's problem onto the shoulders of the audience. It is for the spectator to figure out how a good person can possibly come to a good end in a world that, in essence, is not good.
Yet in our production yesterday we were given an ending, and I really think that it took something away from the play. Also, they added this whole sub-plot about heroin. Erm.
But, there was an old lady sat behind me and Tom who gave a commentary of the play the whole way through, which totally added to the Verfremdung...
But anyway, afterwards we all went for a drink, then I met Nic at Goodge street and went back to her flat, had something to eat and a shower before heading into Soho and going to various bars until about 1am, when we headed home, but ended up having a chat until about 3am over banoffee pie. Well good.
This morning we were up and out by about 11.30 and Nic took me to the Tate, since I've never been. Some of the stuff was just pointless, in my opinion, but other pieces were amazing. I really liked the Communist Russian posters they had up on the 5th floor, and one of the installations that was called 30 Pieces of Silver or something like that.
Afterwards we walked to St. Pauls and had lunch (some random tourists took a photo of me when I was stood outside of Pizza Express. Random), and then sauntered across the city to the station. Had a quick coffee and then got on the train to find my seat was in first class. Result!
But yeah, now feeling sleeping and gearing myself up for becoming a social recluse over the next month, until after the exams...
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