Yesterday we went to see A Little Life, which was a filmed version of the play which was performed earlier this year in London. TW and a friend had been to see it and has been singing its praises ever since. We had gone out on Friday night and had a fairly heavy one, so I was expecting that maybe this would pass me by. Probably, at my age, I'd spend most of the first half wondering when the interval would be, and if I'd be able to make it without needing a wee.
Well. What an amazing, intense play. The first half was 1hr & 40 minutes, and it passed in a flash. As the story unfolded it became more grim. I was a bit confused over what was past and what was present, but it became clearer as the play went on.
The second half was more emotional if that is possible, but it piled on the injustices and amplified the hideousness suggested / partially revealed before the interval.
It was a four-hour marathon, and in advance of going I was a bit concerned about whether I'd last, but I'd go and see it again in a heartbeat.
It's an amazing, gut-wrenching play and I'd recommend it to anyone and everyone.
TTFN.
