Profpointy
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The only line I know from the Winter's Tale is a stage direction. My Mrs did it at school and hated it, but the bear stage direction still makes me want to see it, but I'll probably have to go on my own.
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The only line I know from the Winter's Tale is a stage direction. My Mrs did it at school and hated it, but the bear stage direction still makes me want to see it, but I'll probably have to go on my own.
We got stitched at School
We had Richard III,Shakespeare's 2nd longest play, Nicholas Nickleby, the longest book ever set by the Board at that time and the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales, again one of Chaucers longer works
Pale Rider
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One of my failed attempts to get to grips with Shakespeare was a 'modernised' version of one of the plays put on by the RSC at Stratford.
They did it in a 50s rock'n'roll style.
I do recall some grumbling at the time, particularly from a party of Americans who had come a long way in the expectation of seeing a traditional Shakespeare production.
I'm all but certain the pre-publicity posters had images of the cast in teddy boy gear, so I don't think anyone was misled.
They did it in a 50s rock'n'roll style.
I do recall some grumbling at the time, particularly from a party of Americans who had come a long way in the expectation of seeing a traditional Shakespeare production.
I'm all but certain the pre-publicity posters had images of the cast in teddy boy gear, so I don't think anyone was misled.
Profpointy
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Dick 3 is pretty exciting stuff though, so definitley one of the better ones to do at school. Seen it twice on stage and McKellern's film; all excellent
srw
It's a bit more complicated than that...
You don't know the Diary of a Nobody, do you?
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This is one of the funniest threads I've read for a while. The complaint about non-traditional Shakespeare seems to be a distillation of a long line of classic British comedy situations where the protaganist is unaware of how ridiculous they are.
Based upon lies though - the complaint was about advertising, integrity and honesty
Now where do you stand...
Should misleading and dishonest advertising be challenged?
Profpointy
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when you say "dishonest" are you seriously suggesting a deliberate intent to mislead by portraying the actors i costumes from other productions ?
If you buy a Mars Bar, open it up and find a Snickers bar in the wrapper ... Do you find that acceptable
srw
It's a bit more complicated than that...
April 23.—Mr. and Mrs. James (Miss Fullers that was) came to meat tea, and we left directly after for the Tank Theatre. We got a ’bus that took us to King’s Cross, and then changed into one that took us to the “Angel.” Mr. James each time insisted on paying for all, saying that I had paid for the tickets and that was quite enough.
We arrived at theatre, where, curiously enough, all our ’bus-load except an old woman with a basket seemed to be going in. I walked ahead and presented the tickets. The man looked at them, and called out: “Mr. Willowly! do you know anything about these?” holding up my tickets. The gentleman called to, came up and examined my tickets, and said: “Who gave you these?” I said, rather indignantly: “Mr. Merton, of course.” He said: “Merton? Who’s he?” I answered, rather sharply: “You ought to know, his name’s good at any theatre in London.” He replied: “Oh! is it? Well, it ain’t no good here. These tickets, which are not dated, were issued under Mr. Swinstead’s management, which has since changed hands.” While I was having some very unpleasant words with the man, James, who had gone upstairs with the ladies, called out: “Come on!” I went up after them, and a very civil attendant said: “This way, please, box H.” I said to James: “Why, how on earth did you manage it?” and to my horror he replied: “Why, paid for it of course.”
This was humiliating enough, and I could scarcely follow the play, but I was doomed to still further humiliation. I was leaning out of the box, when my tie—a little black bow which fastened on to the stud by means of a new patent—fell into the pit below. A clumsy man not noticing it, had his foot on it for ever so long before he discovered it. He then picked it up and eventually flung it under the next seat in disgust. What with the box incident and the tie, I felt quite miserable. Mr. James, of Sutton, was very good. He said: “Don’t worry—no one will notice it with your beard. That is the only advantage of growing one that I can see.” There was no occasion for that remark, for Carrie is very proud of my beard.
To hide the absence of the tie I had to keep my chin down the rest of the evening, which caused a pain at the back of my neck.
April 24.—Could scarcely sleep a wink through thinking of having brought up Mr. and Mrs. James from the country to go to the theatre last night, and his having paid for a private box because our order was not honoured, and such a poor play too. I wrote a very satirical letter to Merton, the wine merchant, who gave us the pass, and said, “Considering we had to pay for our seats, we did our best to appreciate the performance.” I thought this line rather cutting, and I asked Carrie how many p’s there were in appreciate, and she said, “One.” After I sent off the letter I looked at the dictionary and found there were two. Awfully vexed at this.
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1026/1026-h/1026-h.htm
We arrived at theatre, where, curiously enough, all our ’bus-load except an old woman with a basket seemed to be going in. I walked ahead and presented the tickets. The man looked at them, and called out: “Mr. Willowly! do you know anything about these?” holding up my tickets. The gentleman called to, came up and examined my tickets, and said: “Who gave you these?” I said, rather indignantly: “Mr. Merton, of course.” He said: “Merton? Who’s he?” I answered, rather sharply: “You ought to know, his name’s good at any theatre in London.” He replied: “Oh! is it? Well, it ain’t no good here. These tickets, which are not dated, were issued under Mr. Swinstead’s management, which has since changed hands.” While I was having some very unpleasant words with the man, James, who had gone upstairs with the ladies, called out: “Come on!” I went up after them, and a very civil attendant said: “This way, please, box H.” I said to James: “Why, how on earth did you manage it?” and to my horror he replied: “Why, paid for it of course.”
This was humiliating enough, and I could scarcely follow the play, but I was doomed to still further humiliation. I was leaning out of the box, when my tie—a little black bow which fastened on to the stud by means of a new patent—fell into the pit below. A clumsy man not noticing it, had his foot on it for ever so long before he discovered it. He then picked it up and eventually flung it under the next seat in disgust. What with the box incident and the tie, I felt quite miserable. Mr. James, of Sutton, was very good. He said: “Don’t worry—no one will notice it with your beard. That is the only advantage of growing one that I can see.” There was no occasion for that remark, for Carrie is very proud of my beard.
To hide the absence of the tie I had to keep my chin down the rest of the evening, which caused a pain at the back of my neck.
April 24.—Could scarcely sleep a wink through thinking of having brought up Mr. and Mrs. James from the country to go to the theatre last night, and his having paid for a private box because our order was not honoured, and such a poor play too. I wrote a very satirical letter to Merton, the wine merchant, who gave us the pass, and said, “Considering we had to pay for our seats, we did our best to appreciate the performance.” I thought this line rather cutting, and I asked Carrie how many p’s there were in appreciate, and she said, “One.” After I sent off the letter I looked at the dictionary and found there were two. Awfully vexed at this.
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1026/1026-h/1026-h.htm
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