Twelfth Night in a Bar

You’re probably used to thinking of Shakespeare as a boring, dead, white, guy who wrote boring, dead, white, plays. But Shakespeare’s theatre was a f*cking madhouse: the audience was an unruly bunch who came for the bear-baiting and stayed to check out the tragedy. They got drunk, bought snacks, and yelled back at the actors all the way to the bloody end. Actors rehearsed only the fights and dances. They got their lines and their cues, they talked directly to the audience, and they tried to tell the truth. When they failed, they probably really bit it. That sounds way more fun to us than sitting in a dark room staring at a stage 50 feet away, so we want to try it.

And maybe we’ll f*ck it all up.

10 actors, no director, one rehearsal, in a bar.

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