Culture vulture

The Schlubster has been a bit remiss with his reporting on the local theater scene, but shall remedy. The  Schlubs attended both Shakespeare Theater productions of Henry V and Richard II, in repertory (I have no idea what that means, it just makes me sound edumacated). I can sum up both productions here:

Eh.

It seemed more like going through the motions than real effort. The two more famous soliloquies, the St. Crispan's Day speech and the This England spiel, respectively, were just a point in the play, barely delivered with any of the passion either requires. Indeed, the play was halfway through both before I realized we were there. As I said, eh. Workmanlike, standard, nothing to write here about.

By contrast, Corneille's The Liar. Absolutely hilarious.

Now, you don't usually see 'absolutely hilarious' paired with a French play, but a doff of the toque to Shakespeare's production because this one had me in stitches. Yes, a bit of a brush up on the text, with a reference to cell phones here and there, and those elicited the necessary chuckle. But what made it a riot, the whole thing was in verse. Oh, man, the timing, the timing.

Go. See. It.