Just got back from opening night of Trinity Rep‘s production of Camelot. It’s late and I’m sleepy, so no real post today. I’ll be writing a review of the show for JewishBoston.com, so I’ll add a link to that here when it’s up.
It should be an interesting review to write. It was certainly an interesting show to watch. The director framed the show by having his actors take on the roles of Londoners during the blitz in WWII, using a subway station as a bomb shelter and entertaining each other during the bombardment by performing this show. So yes, the set was a subway station, but at least King Arthur wasn’t a Nazi Hunter.
And regardless of what I might have to say about the rest of the show, Camelot’s ending always destroys me. I’m a sucker for a good speech about how storytelling can bring immortality. I suspect watching the scene without the play before it would have the same effect on me. So here it is, from the mediocre concert version that aired on PBS last year: