An Inspector Called. I Was Out.

Hiya all, just checking in to tell you about the play I saw tonight: An Inspector Calls. It's a play by Stephen Daltry showing at the Novello Theatre near Covent Garden.

Since I'm so punctual about getting tickets, my seats were front row center. It was a superb play to see that close, since so much of it is ensconced in fog and misty rain, and the action is so exciting on stage. It takes place in the early 20th century, right before WWI. The play's action occurs in one night, as a police inspector investigates the sordid past of a wealthy English family and their connection to a girl who recently committed suicide. A plethora of confessions and implications are made, people are disillusioned and some grand, somewhat heavy-handed statements about the nature of humanity are made. I say heavy-handed, but it was certainly effective at creating some truly repulsive and truly sympathetic characters, and I was very entertained. Every week it seems like I've found a new favourite play, but then it's further topped (with the exception of Mother Courage, sorry Brecht) the next week. Each one stands out, though, which is why it's so exciting to get a new one every week!

Oh, and I neglected to mention that tomorrow we're seeing All's Well That Ends Well at the National Theatre (I think). It's supposed to be one of the best performances in the city, so I have no doubt that it will end well. It was a strange play to read, but it is apparently infinitely better to see it performed. We'll see...

Night all.