We’d like to see more Print Room at the Coronet, but since this piece, on the whole they seem to be choosing stuff that isn’t up our street. Sort it out, Print Room folk.
Chock full of interesting ideas, this one generated lots of topics for me and Janie to discuss afterwards and had some lovely vignettes within it, yet it didn’t work quite so well for either of us as a coherent piece of drama.
Just occasionally we see something that is stunningly good…
…breathtaking, both Janie and I saying “wow” to each other as we leave the theatre good.
Pomona was that good.
It cemented our view that Paul Miller’s new regime at the Orange Tree really was going places, despite the dreaded Arts Council cuts.
We saw the play on the first Saturday. Had I been “real time Ogblogging” back then I’d have implored friends to drop everything and somehow get a ticket.
We were treated to a drinks reception, a talk by New York economist Nouriel Roubini who had many interesting insights into the post 2008 crisis world.
Then a delightful recital performed by the City Of London Sinfonia with Dame Felicity Lott. Writing this up more than three years later (February 2018), I nevertheless can report on all the pieces we heard…
…because my memory is so superb…
…especially when supported by some scribbled notes on my programme:
Elgar – Serenade For Strings;
R Strauss – Morgen!;
Vaughan Williams – The Lark Ascending;
Schubert – The Shepherd On The Rock.
No video from the actual evening, of course, but below is a short video of the City of London Sinfonia performing something else (a charming Mozart presto) somewhere else…
…and here is a live performance of Felicity Lott (with a different lot in a different grand setting) performing Strauss’s Morgen! which will give you a reasonable idea of the sounds we actually heard:
A play about modern policing in the inner-London suburbs, the central character being a policewoman who might have bitten off more than she can chew in that environment.
Roy Williams is a highly skilled playwright and this subject-matter is right up his street.
Lots of subplots – domestic violence, police corruption (or is it) in attempts to infiltrate criminal gangs etc.
In some ways the play was all over the place and in that sense unsatisfactory. We went on a Friday after work (and Harry Mograns) – we were quite exhausted by the end of it, despite the fact that it is a short piece (not even 90 minutes long).
But it was gripping and had some great scenes and some superb acting in it – we were glad to have seen this piece.