I'd boggle, but somebody doped my drink
My dr rdrz I daresay are already aware that 'Seldom performed Eugene O'Neill plays in obscure venues' are pretty much A Thing with partner and myself.
However, I am not sure that we shall be making the effort for a production of 3 short one-acters happening in a former East End music hall:
The same design team are transforming the bar area, re-modelled as the Hell Hole Saloon, into an extension of the world of the plays as if the audience members have been invited backstage to drink with the characters - and with O’Neill himself.
The live music will continue as re-workings of period cocktails, from this exciting and turbulent era in American history, are served by Joe Stokoe’s team. License to serve alcohol until 2am on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. DJs playing on the main stage after 11pm.
Have these people ever sat through any O'Neill play involving bar-rooms? First you get all these people talking about their pathetic self-deluding sad lives, and then somebody dopes their drink and instead of going home to their family after years at sea they wake up to find themselves on board and well away from land on an extended voyage in exploitative conditions.
(Okay, possibly not in the same play...)
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