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King Lear: CSF 2010
Aug. 9th, 2010 09:01 pmThis weekend I went to see the Colorado Shakespeare Festival of King Lear. I would give it a $10 on a $50 scale. The production was leaden, the seats uncomfortable, and the only thing it was good for was causing enough immediate discomfort to make me forget my other problems. I had a headache throughout, but stayed once I realized that I knew one of the players. The actor playing Gloucester is someone I've worked with before. We did lots of Shakespeare together 10-15 years ago and he was Proctor to my Abigail in The Crucible. He is marvelously talented, (if incredibly unfocused off stage) it's so good to see him putting his talents to use. Gloucester is a pathetic character and he played him to good effect. What was weird was seeing him afterwards. His hair has turned white. It isn't just the stage makeup: he has aged. And it filled me with this strange sense of unease. It does not feel like so much time, but there we are, living testaments to time's passage.
( Sound and fury... )
I had a pounding headache by the end of the play and it was quite late. Arriving home and sitting out late on the back porch trying to settle myself for bed I kept having these blinding flashes. "Fuck," I thought. "This is the last thing I need, some kind of neural event." Instead, it turned out that the flashes were lightning up in the cloud canopy, setting the whole world into blinding noon-brightness, though it was well after midnight. What rolled in, over the course of a few minutes, was a spectacular thunderstorm. Not only did it hinge nicely with Lear, it cleared my stormy mood.
Lear Part II
http://zalena.livejournal.com/1082148.html
( Sound and fury... )
I had a pounding headache by the end of the play and it was quite late. Arriving home and sitting out late on the back porch trying to settle myself for bed I kept having these blinding flashes. "Fuck," I thought. "This is the last thing I need, some kind of neural event." Instead, it turned out that the flashes were lightning up in the cloud canopy, setting the whole world into blinding noon-brightness, though it was well after midnight. What rolled in, over the course of a few minutes, was a spectacular thunderstorm. Not only did it hinge nicely with Lear, it cleared my stormy mood.
Lear Part II
http://zalena.livejournal.com/1082148.html
