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Tonight, despite yesterday and today being characterized by nausea-inducing migraines, I went to see a live broadcast of King Lear from the Donmar theatre in London.
I've never seen King Lear performed before, although I studied it in class, but it wasn't one I read over and over for paper-mining purposes. I didn't really go into it with preconceived notions, but anyone who's ever had the misfortune of seeing a play or movie with me knows I can be grumpy and critical as hell.
I ended up with tears streaming down my cheeks by the end of the play, which makes proper critic a bit difficult. I think the uncontrollable tears are at least a sign of an emotionally powerful performance, though.
(Minimalist King Lear is the best King Lear.)
I've never seen King Lear performed before, although I studied it in class, but it wasn't one I read over and over for paper-mining purposes. I didn't really go into it with preconceived notions, but anyone who's ever had the misfortune of seeing a play or movie with me knows I can be grumpy and critical as hell.
I ended up with tears streaming down my cheeks by the end of the play, which makes proper critic a bit difficult. I think the uncontrollable tears are at least a sign of an emotionally powerful performance, though.
(Minimalist King Lear is the best King Lear.)