Exit, pursued by a bear

All the world's a stage!  On the wintry last of March, four of us saw a stunning Winter's Tale at the Yale Rep.  They had a terrific Leontes, who was hunched as if there were a spear of ice through his heart, transfixed and juddering; a goddess-like Hermione,whose stillness was sublime; a fabulous jazz Autolycus, who slid and sparkled like quicksilver, poured down from his head; utterly beautiful design.  And a magnificent shambling bear, a comic terror out of Angela Carter.  The only disappointment was their Perdita, who could indeed dance like a wave o' th' sea, but spoke like a duck pond.  And of all lines, they cut hers about Proserpina.  What?

I hope crowleycrow can see this before it melts away like April snow.

Next fall, they're doing Hamlet.  With Paul Giamatti, Prince of Schlubs.  That will be ... fascinating.

This afternoon, I got to be the April Fool in a fabulous reading of King Lear at teenybuffalo 's mountain fastness.  csecooney was Lear and her mother Cordelia:  which inversion may be a theatrical first.  Among others, whose LJ handles I don't know, negothick was Regan, gyzki Gloucester, and our hostess Oswald and others.  Alarums and thunder done extempore.

The day ended with a lively chorus of "Bedlam Boys."

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