It might have been a triumph according to the Theatre Critic of The Times a few weeks ago. Infact I read the Times Review *and immediately booked tickets for the production at the OLD VIC , knowing we would be in Londons 3rd City , Croydon for this week as we finished clearing my Aunts flat. It might have been a triumph on that day, but at the Matinee this Wednesday I could hardly hear words of the eponymous lady , her diction was so poor. And no , it was not just me ,(those who have heard me moan about the sound system in St Johns) I could hear Adrian Scarborough perfectly. All the people sitting around me in the stalls , row M , could not hear either, and one of them was trained at Central.
Brian Friels adaptation for 2012 of the text , was a delight. Who would have thought he could introduce some humour into this gloomy nordic play. I cannot wait to read it.
The first time I read the lesson at StOs , I was told off by Geoff Charlton. He said he couldn't hear my diction, and I was speaking too quickly.I duly took note and amended my ways.
How did Jesus manage to talk clearly to thousands, and likewise John Wesley , and both in the Open Air. What a skill it is to speak clearly .
*I cannot link to THE TIMES as it is now behind a PAYWALL