Romeo and Juliet

Wallace, Wallace, Wherefore art thou Wallace? wrote William* whilst watching wilfully. Actually, I wrote that while listening to Twelfth Night. But it was an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet performed at Shakespeare's Globe, which I attended on Saturday. It was very authentic and very well done (at least from an easily amused, left-brained, non-theatre affionado's point of view, who is also American). If you have never been to the Globe Theatre, and you take pleasure in standing in the sun for extended periods of time, and you like cool paper hats, then the Globe is for you. And you. And you. The Globe Theatre is a circular stadium-style theatre with a courtyard for standees and seats for seat-ees. We were standees, or 'groundlings,' at this occassion. As my first Shakespeare play seen in production, I was deeply amazed and impressed. By deep, I mean I was about 20 people deep-away from the stage behind the guy with tight jeans and a handlebar moustache. I only got to see the moustache once, when he turned around to ask my why I was throwing shortbread at him (answer: I wanted him to turn around so that I could see his facial artwork). There was good audience/actor interaction, such as Juliet's egress upon faux death. Six pallbearers took her off the stage and through the audience. It was the first time I almost got run over by a dead woman. Well, this wasn't much of a comprehensive review of the production, but I thought it was pretty dang good. Don't forget, this was only the first of my productions. I should be a pro by the twelfth...
*William Shakespeare