I’ve spent nearly 4 months trying to write a blog post. It’s called something to the effect of ‘Are We All Just Talking To Ourselves?’ and it’s probably a less eloquent, more angry version of Catherine Love’s very well expressed blog from last week on writing about theatre. Anyone who’s had the misfortune of finding … Continue reading It’s On You
For the first 11 years of my life, I walked everywhere. We lived in a smallish town and it generally never took more than 30 minutes to get from one part of it to another. We had no car and, although I also cycled quite regularly, Shank’s mare was the most obvious and often used … Continue reading A Walking Philosophy
It’s November. It’s Sunday morning and I’m in bed listening to the church bells, contemplating putting gloves on because really my flat is bloody cold and re-reading Shaun Tan when I should be writing. Though actually I am writing. Strike that. Reverse it. (Then get a copy of The Arrival, because it’s gorgeous and glorious … Continue reading Writing. Huh. What is it good for.
There’s a thing that happens on stage. In rooms. Not always. Not necessarily even often. But when it does; a performer trusts us, as an audience, with something of themselves. Sometimes it’s their body; the sight of it unhidden, unprotected, perhaps uncontextualised. They allow our eyes to crawl on their skin, to skitter across it … Continue reading Trust
Headlong’s long-anticipated American Psycho has not met with universal acclaim. Since the production’s announcement, and perhaps more so since the casting of Matt Smith, there has been an air of profound curiosity and mild foreboding confusion surrounding critical expectations. For most, some experience of a version of American Psycho has previously entered their cultural awareness; I … Continue reading American Psycho