Today's the day but already I'm beginning to wish it wasn't! Today I'm off to Bath to see King Lear, truly, in my opinion, the very greatest play Shakespeare ever wrote. I mentioned the other day that news had leaked out that the lady director concerned had decided to set the play in 1960s London gangland. Happily, most of my vomit landed in the wastepaper bin! Today, just to rub it in, a 'friend' sent me a review from the local Bath Chronicle and I felt like squeezing my eyeballs out the way poor Gloucester's are in the play:
There are one or two curiosities along the way though such as the simulated gay
sex scene which takes place in a vandalised telephone kiosk. Watching as a
newly- removed eyeball is popped into a sixties cocktail glass is not for the
squeamish either.
I am tempted, I mean, really tempted to go off on one here and now but with magnificent self-restraint I will bide my time and wait to see what I shall see this afternoon. I did think of cancelling but the fact is that I am rather intrigued to see where this lady director introduces a homosexual element into a masterpiece that contains not a singular reference or even a hint of homosexuality.
And, yes, thank you for asking, I shall be carrying a sickbag with me, several in fact!
