by Brenda W. Clough
You know what God could do, if He had money? He could fund a replica of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre and stage plays in it. Luckily a batch of jillionaires did this, and on the south bank of the Thames is this astonishing working theater. When it rains the groundlings get wet; in winter there are no shows, and the productions are disturbed by pigeons, passing jet airplanes, the occasional police siren, and other outside noises. And it is SO WONDERFUL! It is like a time machine, seeing a play as the author would have staged it, in a theater it would have appeared in.
No modern innovations here. If you have a seat your bench is backless (and if you are prudent you pay a pound to rent a seat cushion). There are no stage lights, so the actors can see you as well as you can see them. We saw the current show, ANTONY & CLEOPATRA, which is not often staged and therefore hard to see. It was delightful. I’ll post a review of the actual production later on (my travel systems do not make it easy to post links) but in the meantime I have to burble about the wonderfulness of historical recreations like this.