Sunday, July 27, 2014
The Crucible Stage Door Experience
Looking content, not tired anymore.
This Wednesday evening 23rd July 2014 I saw The Crucible at Old Vic Theatre in London.
I went to see it with my 76 year old Mum, as a neutral commentator of acting and as an travel companion for my 5 day London trip. (Last time she was there was 50 years ago.)
As someone mentioned to me online, I must be aware to be very Lucky, as thousands would have loved to be in my seat. (Note to you, I would be very Lucky if only half of you would send me one pound to help me pay this trip). So I felt the burden responsibility and kept my eyes open for your sakes.
How can I help you? How can I stand out? Writing just another review with a rehassle of the same words (Miller, Salem, school assignment, intense, play in the round) is best to be avoided. Thus popped in the thought to give you impressions by drawings/sketches/jottings! Those will have to be scanned, so please come back here. Because of uploading troubles with large pictures, I will break this into more blogposts - and start with the last bit.
When in Rome, erm, when in London, we just had to do the SDE. That SD thing brings out the worst in tourists like us. Although it all went very civilised, with a security guard, if you don't show pro-active eagerness, you won't get your autogramm or picture. Mum offered to take pictures and went all papperazzi-mode and me standing ready with my signable programme and The Crucible book I bought at Harrods one hour before.
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This man was genuinely surprised that we came from Holland to see this play.
I said: "It was one of the best and I've seen a lot!"
He signed my Miller book.
She signed my programme and looked me straight in the eyes
when I said "You were very evil". She thanked me.
Others just fled.
Or came over.
He knew where to sign my programme: in his text.
Tituba had to go back to Barbados, no time to sign.
Then the movie star whirled by, shadowed by his security guard.
Of 30 people, he just took 4-5 pictures and didn't even finish the line.
He never looked anyone into the eyes, so I found him under my nose.
He scribbled my programme and my Crucible book.
Did I see him slightly raise his eyebrows?
Fans looking at Mr. A.
"Did you just take a picture of me?", the girl on the left asked us.
End of SDE
I had a Dutch gift, which I handed to the guard afterwards.
He took it indoors, repeatedly saying "He already left". I said: "Tomorrow is fine."
Later I recalled to have seen a huge container indoors next to exit. He wouldn't, would he?! :O :)
So much for celebrity lifestyle then.
Then we went back to the Underground around 23hr30 to catch a train to our hotel in Bloomsbury.
You can say the SDE was handled too fast, but we were back at the hotel before 00hr00.
Last trains leave at midnight, in case you need this information.
I would love to see this play back on DVD!!!