November and the stage blood keeps flowing! Geoffrey Rush as Lear! Almost impossible to get tickets but I was lucky. I also bumped into Stephen Fry!
Another great Sydney Theatre Company exploration this time in a minimal white landscape, cold & austere. Deaths – a black smear on a white palm, were more symbolic than graphic and were a brave, abstract touch.
The play whose sonorous couplings resound with some of the greatest passages in English literature left me exhausted. Rush was excellent, of course, as was the whole company, and the tableau nature of the deaths became arresting and contemplative.