The theatah, the theatah

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.
Samuel Johnson

Samuel Johnson was right. This evening, the lights of London were outshined only by the stars on stage at the National Theatre.

Prompted by a brand new production of War Horse, playing on Drury Lane (yes, we looked for the Muffin Man, and no, we did not see Gingy or his gumdrop buttons), our coterie headed to London for dinner and the show.

We headed to a delicious Greek Restaurant, The Real Greek, a few blocks from the theater where the tables bowed under the weight of our meze orders of fish cakes, humus, tzataki, pita, lamb and chicken kabobs, and more… all cooked to perfection!

War Horse is, without question, a production to see… a well-written, contemplative piece observing horses and their owners during World War I. Saddled with the responsibility of providing a serious examination of human character in a severely war-torn society, the cast did not disappoint. In fact, plots and characters aside, the costumes alone were worth the trip. The mechanical costumes used to create the horses anthropomorphically showcased decidedly equine personalities and offered significant plot advancement.

While at times, segments were foreseeable, over all, the story offered viewers an appreciation for  creative technical writing and mechanical costumes and kept the audience entranced, assuming the worst, but hoping for the best. This is definitely a blue ribbon winner and a true thoroughbred, with a happy ending.

The game’s a hoof,

ej

Monday, April 19^th

Drury Lane, London