Romeo and Juliet

Look somewhere else for non-brilliant things; for this is not one of them. Hypnotised by humour, an east-end nurse and a bombastically-brilliant bare-cheeked Mercutio so simply-sophisticatedly set that you wander willingly astray down the path of the love, in a play - playing here on chance and ‘Sliding Doors’ alternatives delivered somehow straight to your cerebral cortex without barrier of the bard- so much so, that it is only in retrospect that you realise you have been taken too far; arrested by the astounding acting, not just (‘just’!) of Sadie’s Juliet, that maybe, just maybe there is a happy ever after…dare…you…believe? You do believe. My fourteen, astounded, Tom & Zen are the second-best thing she saw that evening. My twelve, selling the play to his mates as, “pretty cool,” as we try to walk off its enthralling effect, all equally loquacious with it all, late night strolling through Leicester Square with no direction nor destination when we should be in bed. Mother, my eighty-year-old mother, a retired and reserved English teacher, has seen ‘hundreds of productions’ both in Stratford and London of most all of his plays, with stars of screen before, said it was still hard to shake off the next day. “Was this the best - Shakespeare [not just R&J] production you have ever seen?” standing outside afterwards. No pause, hesitation, qualification. “Yes”. This is one of the best - things - you will see. Ever ever.

The show was very well acted and continually kept my attention.

The actors were amazing, but i didn't enjoy the interpretation of the play. My 16-yr old daughter was upset by how much the play was different f4om the original. But the performance reminded me and made me think about the value of human lives, feelings and unnecessary life demands and traditions that we are expected to satisfy at the high cost to ourselves.