I have seen a few good plays on Broadway in my time, though I must admit that this one was special.
It was supposed to be sold out, but we sent our daughter to the box office whilst we sipped tea with our blog pals. When we returned, we discovered she had scored the last three seats in the house, in the 3rd and 5th row, and at the student rate of $40 USD a ticket. Really.
I was, as they say around here, within spitting distance of Dame Mirren, and she did not disappoint.
The productions was mesmerizing (and yes, Fred, they give you a lovely cheat sheet about each Prime Minister when you go in!) and the acting, sublime.
And any play with corgis in the cast is the play for me!
There were moments throughout the play of complete and utter gooseflesh. She delivers warmth, humour, imperiousness, kindness, and joy, and she takes us along with her.
It is no wonder this play swept the awards in London - I suspect it will do the same come Tony time.
If there was one place in the play that lagged somewhat, it was, ironically enough, the audience with Margaret Thatcher, which went on a bit too long.
My only picture from the show is from the intermission, when two guards stand on stage:
Also during intermission, I rubbed elbows with Martha Plimpton. I didn't recognize her, though my daughter did, which is likely because the last time I saw Martha in a movie was this:
And now she looks more like this:
She was with her mother and they were both striking looking, though of course I could not think why until my daughter told me.
I have a similar story about me and Stacy London this trip. But that is for another day....
But back to Dame Mirren. This play was a gem and there is a reason she wows everyone. She was a joy to behold and the play was amazing. If you can snag tickets, by all means do so. This is a performance for the ages.