Tonight’s live cinema broadcast from the RSC was Love’s Labour Lost, and as soon as the lights went up on stage I trusted the production, let go of the sides, and slid happily down to be immersed into the receiving element.

The setting is Charlecote Park in the summer of 1914; the actors get hold of their roles; the production looks and sounds delicious; the comedy is comic (even the clowns); and the darker themes thread through and between, so that when they emerge they do not intrude, but complete the pattern of the play.  We crowded out energetic and excited:  buzzed on Shakespeare.

PS:  Pompey as the trireme:  genius.

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