Saturday night we taped the game, and went to see an amazing theater production at the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre, Rose Rage. It's the three Henry VI plays condensed into a long evening--two hours, a dinner break, and another two hours.
This from a review in the Chicago Tribune:
"A half-dozen or so cabbages are axed in half as a stand-in for beheadings, and 20 pounds of meat -- hearts, intestines, livers and spleens -- are cleaved and flung about the stage at each performance, blood-drenched emblems of the pile-up of bodies in this saga of wartime carnage.
There are moments when the effluvium of butchered innards actually wafts its olfactory way into the audience. The dozen actors, clad in the smudged white overcoats of a Victorian slaughterhouse, wear gas masks, evoking fears of a contemporary toxic spill. Flanked on three sides by a two-story wire cage, the upstairs stage at Chicago Shakespeare Theater these days is a dank, metallic, industrial house of horrors." Full story.
Not unlike the Yankees v. Red Sox game, huh?
Revenge, envy, power. The Crown.
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