Janie and I went to see this play/production during the hiatus between mum’s death and the funeral. Mum would have wanted us to go ahead with the theatre visit, that’s for sure.
I remember the show being quite magical and fun. Not deep and profound; but a modern telling/adaptation of Indian mythology. It was a good evening at the theatre.
The Gate Theatre has preserved an excellent resource on this production – click here. Why there seems to be an inverse relationship between the ability of arts organisations to put up excellent archive resources on the web compared with their size and scale is a discussion for elsewhere.
- Ian Shuttleworth in the FT was not too sure about it as a play;
- The Stage seems to like bits of it, but compares the play unfavourably (unfairly?) with Pomona;
- Michael Billington in the Guardian gave it a rare two star thumbs down, although he praised the acting.
Perhaps if we had been more in the mood for challenging theatre we’d have felt more critical too – as it was, Janie and I both enjoyed the escapism of it and some good acting by a young, talented cast.
I think I served up a splendid Big Al pasta dish and salad when we got home, but really my memories of that week are all a bit blurry.