Quote
Just found this quote from Babette's Feast which I wrote in my diary in 1991:
"Through the world goes one long cry from the heart of the artist:
give me leave to do my utmost"
Just found this quote from Babette's Feast which I wrote in my diary in 1991:
I share the nation's reaction to the revelations about how MP's have been spending public money. And I am enjoying the delicious irony that the issue is being so gloriously exposed by the press.
Having recently walked out of two acclaimed theatre shows (not managing to make it to the interval) I am left wondering what is it about modern theatre's insistence on being clever. Where did truth, humanity and tenderness go? The amount of times I sit in a theatre and wonder why no-one is actually speaking to each other, why nothing is really happening between people, where clever tricks and self-conscious staging has replaced the struggle to illuminate the human condition. And it seems to be getting worse.