Have you ever been to a production of Twelfth Night where you have been invited on stage for a shot of tequila?
Come to think of it, have you ever been to a production of anything where that has happened?
Neither had I until last Thursday.
I was invited along to Bristol’s Tobacco Factory to check out their new comfy seating and watch the Filter Theatre Company’s production of Twelfth Night, and was jolly glad I said yes – not only did I get a tequila, but half way through, as some sort of quirky-theatre-company-interpretation-of-Shakespeare thing, they had pizza delivered for the audience. Very avant-garde.
(Be warned, this is the level of my theatrical review skills.) View Post