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Showing posts with label Rupert Everett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rupert Everett. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Another Country...

Last week Stuart and I went to see Another Country at the Trafalgar Studios in London's glitzy Westminster.

It was a fresh production of the 1981 classic that back in the day made stars of Rupert Everett, Kenneth Branagh, Daniel Day-Lewis and Colin Firth.

Telling the story of spy Guy Burgess the play is set in the 1930s in an English public school for boys. Guy is openly gay and his friend Judd is a Marxist. Both are outsiders and they rear up against the blatant hypocrisy and snobbery they see around them.

The young and good-looking cast delivered the lines as sharply and as crisply as the day they were written. The scenery was great too - the wooden panelling serving as a powerful metaphor for the claustrophobia both our heroes experience.

It asks a number of questions of the class system too; namely whence comes it's power to force conformity, who runs it's Old Boys' Network that holds the inalienable right to administer career, privilege and position, and why do people caught up in it fear change so greatly.

The answer that Guy finds seems to be 'play the game' but betray it. A conclusion we can perhaps not sympathize with but certainly understand.

Great show. Go see.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Judas Kiss...


Last Friday Stu and I went to see David Hare’s 1998 play The Judas Kiss at the Hampstead Theatre in London's glitzy Swiss Cottage.

Neil Armfield’s fine revival stars Rupert Everett as Wilde and Freddie Fox as Bosie.

Michael Billington in the Guardian wrote: "This is the most convincing dramatic portrait of Wilde that I have come across – one that captures him as both romantic individualist and tragic victim." And I have to say I agree. Everett's Wilde is perfectly judged, torn as he is between his uncompromising integrity and his pitiful self-destruction.

The show is transferring to the West End. Go see.

Oh and there is a lot of nudity. Full-frontal, knob waving nudity. So you have been warned.

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