These mornings are rare and sobering. Mornings when you wake to hear that someone who had a significant influence on your life is dead, always unexpected but this one especially so, and you reflect for the first time seriously about what this person has meant to self and to the world and without exaggeration I can say he enlightened me. Yes, the Ring, but I think in honesty about the meaning of theatre.
This coming weekend we will watch Queen Margot (it's on the shelf) and now seek out his other works starting with Those Who Love Me Can Take The Train. I feel desperately sad for his partner and family and friends.
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I didn't know Chereau's work, but reading Ross's post today made abundantly clear how great a loss this is. I can't do the hyperlink code, as I'm not on computer, but here's the link: http://www.therestisnoise.com/2013/10/for-patrice-ch%C3%A9reau.html.
Thanks Sue. I'd seen the Alex Ross post and of course no exaggeration there.
The Chéreau Ring is well worthy of your time, truly. It makes, if I may be so bold, that latest Met effort look pretty pathetic. It is a deeply deeply moving human tragedy, unbearable at times, with all of us on stage, sucked out of our seats as we see ourselves faulting and failing, unlike the cartoon effort to which I so insensitively referred, and now have done again, which manages to do the exact opposite.
Looks like we were both there at about the same time. La Reine Margot is up there among the greats, but that Ring, closely followed by the Lulu, is chief god. Arts Desk tribute here.
That link doesn't seem to have worked. Rather than go through the complicated business of saving, saving and saving let's try again - it should be found here.
Thanks David.
We, and the rest of the world, watched to Ring together it seems.
House of the Dead I've placed an order for - long overdue. Intimacy (2001) is/was unknown to me and my interest has tweaked a wee bit, not least to see Marianne Faithfull, bad or otherwise.
No, Intimacy is just awful, not even collectibly curious (and who wants to see Rylance's rampant member?) But I think L'homme armee sounds like a must as a relatively early (1980s) gay classic, even if it sounds like the usual 'tragic life' scenario that Frank Ripploh's Taxi zum klo so splendidly wasn't.
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