Play: When You Pass Over My Tomb
I now have five (!) days of Meetup: these three with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS). Last night, we were at When You Pass Over My Tomb, at the Arcola. A "story of love and lust beyond the grave", as described, it sounded like an interesting way to spend Valentine's Day.
Just made the first bus - perfect timing. Most satisfying, therefore worth mentioning. The second was really crowded.. I was glad to get off. Except that took forever, whatever was up with the traffic.. Anyway, I hadn't booked anywhere to eat, and thought I'd just go to the nearby Pret. Not my best idea ever.. not only were they out of the salmon sandwiches I love (had ham & cheese, which is ok), but - having found a lovely, comfy seat - I was about 75% through said sandwich when she popped around the corner to say they were now closed. So I had to, eh, leave! I was still eating it as I walked out the door, passing her, waiting pointedly with her hand on it. Finished it - and my drink - on the street. Jeez, would it have killed her to mention, when she apologised for cleaning around me, that they were closing soon..?
I took the chocolate bar with me to the theatre - was early, got a very nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Sadly, they don't actually do large glasses here, just medium, but hey, I had time for two! Had to finish before I went in for the show, though - we all had Balcony seats, and you can't take drinks up there. As to seating, it was tricky until the other show went in - although I did manage to secure a decently big table. But by the time the others arrived, the other show had started, and we repaired to the bar, where there was more space, and chatted until it was time to go in.
..whereupon we were all told we could sit in the Stalls if we liked! Well, we did, although I think the best photo opp was from upstairs:
Right. This needs some explanation. You see that cow? Remember the principle of Chekhov's gun? (If a gun is displayed on stage, it must be fired at some point.) Mmm, well, the cow does have her moment in the sun. And the use she's put to is valid, according to the Uruguayan lady we discovered was sitting in the front row. (The playwright is also Uruguayan - as he says during the play.. or has the character who represents him say.. he includes some facts that are true, and some that aren't. But we at least know that much about him.)
Speaking of the character that plays him - that's him in the football shirt. He's a ghost. All three of the actors are - he's on stage before we come in, though, the others sit in the front row and comment for a bit first. The fourth wall might really as well not exist here - the audience is pulled in a few times. But I digress - as, indeed, he does himself. This is a rather funny play about, em, necrophilia. Oh, and it's very meta - the play is constantly referenced from within itself, the playwright (well, his character) commenting on the quality of the play, the references, and building a story about himself around it. Which, as usual, might or might not be true. In the common understanding of the word.
I won't give away the plot, but there is one, you'll be glad to hear. And despite the dark subject matter, the frequent breaking off onto other trains of thought regularly lightens the mood, so it's a handy device - the whole thing ends up being quite funny! It does help if you appreciate the surreal.. a couple of people did leave, although no-one from our group.
The whole thing put me in mind of something I once heard at a Crick Crack Club (CCC) event - the storyteller, Jan Blake, told us a story about death, prefaced by an explanation of how much more comfortable they are, talking about death in the culture that she, and her stories, come from. True, our culture really isn't.. which isn't the only reason that this will be a tricky play for some. But honestly, keep an open mind.. As I say, it's really funny, quite surreal, quite brave. And I liked it very much! Runs to the 2nd of next month.
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