Blimey the last four months have flown by. It was Equus time again this afternoon and it turns out that row B on which I had a seat, is the front row. The bloomin' front row! It makes such a difference being able to see the actors facial expressions (and acne), my seat last time was row U.
The first time I saw the play was the second performance in preview week. This afternoon was the second from last and I was eager to see how the cast had bedded in over the run.
Daniel Radcliffe has built on his great performance and lost the hint of stiffness he had on the stage the first time. And no that isn't a reference to the nude scene.
Richard Griffiths having fluffed his lines a couple of times first time round gave a faultless performance.
The play once again left me breathless. I came out of the theatre wanting to hug someone partly because I was on such a buzz, partly because I won't see it again and partly because it examines some pretty raw human emotions so that you almost feel like you've been on the shrink's couch yourself.
You would have to be fairly thick skinned not to be touched by some of the issues it raises about human psyche both in teens and adults. Passion, loneliness, faith, self-worth, fate, even the meaning of life - it's all in there.
Perhaps it is worse as an adult, or at least an adult that can remember being a teenager, because you can identify at times with both the Alan Strang and Dr Dysart characters.
Excellent production. Extremely entertaining.
I hope someone sneaks Radcliffe a proper drink at the end-of-run party tonight because he deserves it.