The vignette; the short story; a poem; a miniature. Art need not be on the grand scale: drama can be encapsulated in a glance, a comment, a turn of the head.
And so it proved: through the words of the greatest dramatists we have known, via stolen moments from major works, we saw all the world on a stage.
From Shakespeare to the twenty-first century, from play to novel, this was an evening of transportation (literally, in the case of the last forlorn character). Our senior performers, all no doubt vying for LAMDA medals, drew on experience and research to populate the stage with humour, pathos, whimsy, anger and more. And they did so with a confidence and ease of manner that belied the intimacy of the occasion and the exposing nature of monologue or duologue. No shrinking violets, here, but men and women often on the attack – against each other or against the tribulations of circumstance.
It was a brilliant evening. Captivating and challenging. Many, many congratulations to the performers, and once again to Mrs Lockwood and Mrs Franklin.