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Post by fossil on Jan 28, 2024 16:37:59 GMT
A simple concept. A reader, a cellist and a screen on which peopleless scenes occasionally changed to augment the narrative and a few dead leaves. Yet for 80 minutes I, and the rest of the Saturday matinee audience at the Marylebone theatre were captivated by a story that starts "Once upon a time...."
Samantha Spiro, replacing the original reader Allan Corduner who contracted pneumonia shortly before the production opened, gives us an example of just how good a storyteller can be, helped by a beautifully written piece.
"Winter 1943, a forest in war-torn Eastern Europe: a poor woodcutter’s wife finds a little bundle thrown into the snow from a moving goods train. It contains something for which she has always yearned, but…The Most Precious of Goods is translated from the original best-selling French novella by Nicolas Kent who also directs this British premiere production."
I cannot recommend this highly enough.
I have only recently discovered the Marylebone theatre. It is rapidly becoming one of my favourite theatres. Nicely sized at 200 seats with excellent sightlines it seems to be picking some excellent productions. This being my third visit in as many months (and I will be going again soon to see Greg Hicks do his one man Dostoyevsky "The Dream of A Ridiculous Man").
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Post by barelyathletic on Jan 29, 2024 14:02:45 GMT
Seeing it tonight. That's good to hear.
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