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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 15:53:32 GMT
Depends what you mean by cheap - TodayTix seems to do £35 tickets fairly often, and you could combine that with one of the codes in the General Chat thread to get £10 off, if £25 is suitable?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 17:12:44 GMT
I hear that the box office is giving free admission to the first ten people each morning to turn up dressed as a buried child.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 18:25:24 GMT
Also if you go to the website now a pop up appears advertising £35 day seats available in person from the box office from 10AM, fairly sure this wasn't the case initially.
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Post by joem on Dec 28, 2016 1:29:20 GMT
Strange play. Interesting to start off with, like a reboot of Miller. But then, as so often happens with Shepard, suddenly we're off into absurdist territory. Characters begin to act like they're from Dada and you wonder what the whole point is.
Rather than resolution what you end up with in the third act is confusion. What was shaping up to be a family tragedy ends up being a plot from a cheap horror flick which, conveniently, is borught to a head by the arrival of the Ed Harris' character's grandson and his girlfriend - the only real outsider in this family of oddballs. It makes you wonder how (or if) they could ever be successful in the first place when they are clearly all screwed.
Ed Harris is good but this play doesn't really go anywhere.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 14:12:47 GMT
Rotten play but Barnaby Kay steals the acting honours and Jeremy Irvine is just completely delicious to look at.
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Post by mallardo on Jan 6, 2017 13:13:52 GMT
So, a play about American xenophobia, about keeping it in the family to the exclusion of all outsiders. Where a son's death is blamed on his marriage to an Italian catholic, where a grandson who has left home is punished by being not recognized when he returns with a girlfriend. Seems pretty topical. All of the characters but one would have been Trump voters in the recent election.
And yet it doesn't remotely work. The people never come alive - they're collections of attitudes, and not very original ones. Not for the first time, I came away from a Sam Shepard play thinking that the guy doesn't know his characters at all. The clumsily constructed plot is just a series of manipulations geared to making an immediate impact, with no concern for logic - or truth.
It's not helped by some inept direction from Scott Elliott who gets the hinge of the story, the grandson, Vince's, return, all wrong both in terms of the staging and the playing. Charlotte Hope as Shelly, the girlfriend - the only onstage outsider and thus our surrogate - does well enough but Jeremy Irvine as Vince is all over the place and in need of help he clearly didn't get. None of his scenes play and they have to if this piece is to have any chance at all.
Ed Harris is excellent and fills every one of his moments but no one else approaches his level. It all made for a long, drab and generally unintelligible evening at the theatre.
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