The National Theatre’s touring production of Hamlet that my partner and I saw last night at the Lowry Theatre in Greater Manchester was for both of us a disaster.
Poor diction - heavy trundling scenery - sudden screeching like vixens on heat - weak characterisation - at least a couple of the cast appeared to be on chloroform. Loose wandering about and masking each other. We enjoyed a good grumble in the car on our way home so thanks for that. We nearly left half way through
– I noticed that three people in the row ahead had done just that.
Poor bloody actors, at least you had a full house. The NT should be ashamed to have demanded so much of the cast. As for bad directors, We’re dragons up here and gobble 'em up.
If any production goes to prove that working in TV weakens the muscles required for acting then this is it.
Get in a voice coach and some sleep, and pray - and of course, we wish you all all the best.
Sunday 13 February 2011
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