Last night Stuart and I went to see Emma Rice's Brechtian take on Emily Brontë’s gothic novel Wuthering Heights at the Lyttelton Theatre on London's glitzy South Bank.
Good points: Self-assured. Self-conscious. Self-aware.
Bad points: Over-acted. Over-baked. Over-long.
While the narration, personified moor and singing chorus worked hard to add extra meaning to the harsh landscape and sheer unhappiness of the story's doomed characters, the overly self-aware nature of the production distanced us the audience too far from their heartache and tragedy. It was all a bit too broad for me.
"You don't think it's too gimmicky, the tandem?"
Piecrust Players https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qK80wVXZ9w
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