This morning I caught up with Trygve, an NZ friend who I met at Gaulier when I came to Paris 2 years ago. We had coffee on the Southbank and a good catch up which was really nice.
Then I did some clothes shopping which I usually HATE, but as I was by myself I could really take my time which helped take the stress out of the process...
Then tonight I went to One Man by Steven Berkoff at Riverside Studios.
It featured two short solo plays:
Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe...
...and Dog by Steven Berkoff.
It was good. He was good. But he never totally won us over as an audience. And it was hard for me to like him too, because I've heard a few stories about what a nasty guy he is in real life. Still, his technical skill, particularly in mime, was very good. I didn't like the first as much as there was a lot of talking - it was in a direct-to-audience storytelling style. But Dog was fabulous because it was big and theatrical and physical and fun. Still not sure if I like the guy though. In his curtain call it felt like he was just phoning it in. Faking his gratitude. Again that's problem me reading into things. But it's interesting how an audience's idea of the real person can sway their experience of a performance.
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