Nice Fish (Harold Pinter Theatre)

I appreciate a play more now than I did. I saw more plays this past year than I ever had, and enjoyed most, if not all of them. And, at the moment, there seems to be more interesting plays than musicals announced at the moment anyway.

I have a very sore bum from watching this from a cheap table seat.
Wish I had something nicer to say than terrific leg room.

Oh I do like orange so liked the snow suit.

I was at the matinee too - but row G stalls, so perhaps I had a slightly more comfortable viewing experience...

I liked this. Magical, witty, melancholy and - in spite of the frozen setting - warm.

Oh dear. Jim L was off when I went, but the others were all present and correct. Guess the lurgy has claimed several victims this time!

Ah what a shame.

Seems odd not to have an understudy? (Unless he's off sick too...)

If only there were more shows that took that attitude, eh?! ;-)

Might as well add my two cents. I saw this last night. I think my impression was similar to a lot of other opinions given, in that when the two leads were on I enjoyed myself, and as soon as the girl or the spear hunter appeared I just lost interest. There was a particular moment when Mark Rylance reappeared after being off stage for 10 minutes or so, and suddenly the play just kicked off again. Were he not the famous Mark Rylance, I still think he would have stood out as the highlight of the play. He gets laughs with just the way he slows down a sentence, or when he makes a slight noise. He's very much born for the theatre.

The last 5 minutes really sold this for me, I would have felt differently after the curtain call had there not been some acknowledgement of the style of the play or the notion of the audience trying to draw conclusions about what it means, or what had happened. I loved the absurdist trope of characters realising that they're in a play. The pacing of those moments in the play was quite well done I thought.

I must confess that I did not realise there was a puppeteer in this, in my head the small figures were being moved by a Disney-esque animatronic mechanism. Who knew?

Since it finishes earlier than most, I took the opportunity to get a ticket signed by Mark Rylance, who is now holding the joint prize with Ian McKellen as loveliest stage door presence. He even entertained the professional autograph sellers for a few minutes, which is not something I would bother with, were my signature worth more than the paper I write on.

Enjoyed.

Isn't it interesting

How they ended up discounting

And even papering this play

I am sure they had assumed people would be tricked into seeing it by the "name"

Certainly just dumping him onstage in such an awful play didn't fool everyone

It's a shame it closed Saturday night, I would be quite willing to sell them that quote to put on their posters (and for less for than the price of one of those signed prints they were flogging in the theatre, too).