A little bit ago I ventured into Manchester with my family to watch Les Miserables at the Palace Theatre. It's been a show I've wanted to see for years and we finally got tickets this time around. Of course, we couldn't go in on an empty stomach. A recommendation from one of my mum's work friends sent us here, to Miller and Carter. I'm a sucker for scallops.…
Previously I've only been to London on organised visits with schools and colleges so you can imagine how little of the place I got to see. This past month after trying for ages we managed, somehow, to get tickets to watch Hamilton. Mine, and the worlds (it feels like) favourite musical. I couldn't believe it. Safe to say I was very weepy at that moment...and more so when…
I've come to the conclusion that I just don't particularly enjoy reading plays. There was nothing wrong with Cat on a Hot Tin Roof but my god were there an awful lot of stage directions. Admittedly, that makes it a great play to analyse in academia but to read for pleasure no just no. It's incredibly disjointed reading a conversation between two characters to then have to read…
Yet another play I had to read for my Intro to Drama module this semester. I'd put Hedda Gabler firmly in the middle when it comes to my enjoyment of the plays I've read. I thought it was good but it wasn't my favourite. Hedda is a woman that doesn't fit with her time. She doesn't want to be told what to do and sees only one way…