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Re-viewed: 3 x A Man Called Ove
The Re-viewed series is dedicated to reviewing cultural products rewatched, relistened or reread, and with this article, the series really lives up to its name; I have seen three versions of the story of A Man Called Ove. But what makes this story different and worth re-experiencing so many times, then?
Anna Paavilainen’s monologue Play Rape is not just about theatre, it’s about me. And it’s about the rape culture we’re all part of. About being forced to choose between fuckability and invisibility.
The doors to the auditorium of the main stage of the Finnish National Theatre are shut one by one, in a consistent order, simultaneously on both sides of the audience. Darkness, so absolute that I cannot see outside of myself, I’m forced to look inwards only. Still dark.
Recently, I had the pleasure to attend two filmed theatre pieces. One of them was filmed live from London (Rocky Horror, gasp!), but the other was just a recorded showing. When Frankenstein’s monster shouted, “Come on Frankenstein!” and disappeared into the fog, my friends and I started clapping in a relieved frenzy. This instantly aroused some snarky, supposedly-under-their-breath comments from our fellow audience members.
With less than seven weeks to the premier of the latest play by Thespians Anonymous, BTSB caught up with members of the crew to find out what goes into the making of an amateur theatre production.