Well, if you expect this to be a long blog entry, think again. I've just gotten into bed after a long day which began with a line-run out at East 15 before we all decamped to Marylebone and got our first look at the theatre. It's a lovely space which has been transformed by the brilliant tech team into a playground fit for us lunatics. There was much ooh-ing and aah-ing at the set, the lights, the costumes, the make-up and each other just for fun. We teched our way through Act 1, getting as far as Jacques Roux's madcap adventures before Mike called it a day. I have to say that I got tingles every time we broke the action and I got to relax, turn around and see the wonderful sight of my fellow cast-members piled up on the back wall of our bath-house, grubby, scarred, bedraggled and brilliant. I whispered to Helen (the ever-faithful Simonne) "Doesn't that just look wicked?" She agreed. We all do. It's just wicked.
Tomorrow: Finish tech, dress rehearsal, opening night. Easy.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Great syrup-acting, Robbie". Dunno what it meant but it was just after Robbie had been fondling his codpiece and his extravagant toupée fell off. So it was funny.
I'm desperate to see this play at some point, but I've read a notice from last night suggesting an infantile audience near-ruined it with infantile giggling & tittering throughout. Was this a typical opening-night friends audience or are likely to be people coming for the play tomorrow? If the latter, I'm bringing my possie.
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