Macbeth as a post-apocalyptic mad-max style warlord, in which every faction spoke a different language.  Subtitles were not provided.  As the play went on everyone became progressively more mutated from radiation until Lord and Lady Macbeth were rabid dogs (Lady Macbeth’s descent into madness was chillingly well-done) and Birnam wood was played by extras dressed as mutated trees. Deeply entertaining, incredible feat of costumes and makeup.

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The Comedy of Errors that was the adaptaion “Boys From Syracuse” but rewritten to be in 1960′s route 66, played out on a stage that consisted of a single run-down hotel room where there had been a double (hah!) booking. Absolute Masterpiece of Physical comedy and stage managment becuase they gradually destroy the set as the play reaches it’s fever-pitch of confusion. The finale was sung while parts of the stage were on fire.

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.

As You Like It

Comedy of Errors

Cymbeline

Hamlet

Julius Caesar

King Lear

Macbeth

Measure for Measure

The Merchant of Venice

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Much Ado About Nothing

Othello

Pericles

Richard II

Richard III

Romeo and Juliet

The Taming of the Shrew

The Tempest

Troilus and Cressida

Twelfth Night

The Winter’s Tale

is Brian May issuing this monumental understatement about why he couldn’t complete his Ph.D. thesis in 1974 as though anyone reading fucking Brian May’s thesis isn’t gonna fucking know

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