Angels in America. Part 1.
Lyttleton Theatre, NT, April 12, 2017
3hrs 30 with two intervals has never whizzed by so fast.
This is the heart-breakingly brilliant part 1 that has me wishing the next 2 weeks away for part 2. Oh my days.
Angels in America is the seminal era-defining play about the start of the AIDS epidemic in America. It blends death, illness, sex, politics and religion. You know it’s going to be good.
The genius of Marianne Elliott is at the helm steering this beast of a play (7 hours in total).
And THOSE PERFORMANCES… Andrew Garfield blew me away — the sadness, the bravery, the dark dark humour, the pain, the sorrow — astonishing performance. Olivier next year for him please.
James McArdle, my new actor crush. He’s wonderful as the conflicted, tormented and selfish boyfriend of someone with AIDS. I was transfixed.
Denise Gough’s portrayal of Harper fighting so many demons only to be confronted by earth shattering news about her Mormon husband. Drowning herself in pills,she makes you feel Harper’s pain.
Russell Tovey beautifully and sensitively portraying a man locked into a strict Mormon life he doesn't want to lead and desperately trying to break free.
And Nathan Lane. What a star that man is. For me he felt at his most free playing one of Prior’s ancestors skiping across the stage sprinkling confetti. However his Roy Cohn is nuanced and angry and boastful and dismissive and you know there’s a fall coming before that pride. Brilliant.
I felt sorrow and fear and pain tearing through me as I watched. And the ending. Bloody Nora… I got goosebumps. I gave a standing ovation.
Glorious. It is a priviledge to be part of the audience for this.
6/5 — Belive the hype.