For some reason I thought that Thorin was by far the most popular of all RAPS subjects. To me it felt as if I had enshrined the noble King more than any other chaRActer over the course of the last six months. I thought he had beaten the old favourite, Mr Thornton, and even my…
You spend your whole life as an actor waiting for that call, and then it finally comes. “There is Bollywood on the phone for you.” Yes, readers, the dream has come true, Bollywood has called. At least when it comes to his performance in a RAPS near you. I jokingly put the idea out there,…
After an intense three days of memory massage aka “reviewing” I can now feel a week of RAPS posts coming up. About time. The last of the pre-break RAPS have arrived at their destinations, so they can be officially inaugurated in the RAPS Gallery. And then it will be time to get stuck in a…
[I apologize for the length of this. I am considering renaming my blog “Attention-Hog Central”.] Attending the stage door is an emotionally charged experience. So much so that my little “review” from yesterday may have come across as slightly cynical, or maybe even dismissive. A couple of comments have hinted at that (no accusation, ladies),…
Help. I only came back from London on Tuesday. Half the week missing for scouring the Best of RA on tumblr, Week 29. But you know what? Providence was with me again. My absence coincided with Monday’s premiere of ITS in New York. So plenty of new material for the interested fangirl to ogle, play…
Review: “The Stage Door” New Experimental Drama Takes West End by Storm by Guylty Pleasure Experimental drama has the habit of being, well, experimental. It is hard to tell nowadays where reality starts and fiction begins. A new experimental drama that is mid-way through its eleven week-run in London’s West End is braving new ways…
“Stop thinking and just write”, I kept telling myself and yet my review of the whole Crucible experience was not coming. It was sitting shapelessly somewhere between my guts and my heart, possibly also stuck sideways in my throat. A strange kind of reluctance catches hold of me every time I have been subjected to…
