I wish that I could write an exciting, witty and accurate review of Shun-kin, but as they say, having a blog does not make you a journalist. Suffice it to say that it's excellent. It's on for another week at the Barican, tickets are available. Go and see it. Your only excuse not to would be a phobia of sub-titles, which at times take your eyes away for too long from this beautiful production, I wished that they could have slowed it down a little, though it's already two hours long. We sat in seats CC13 and 14, which at £16 seemed very good value for money, and the only way in which we found our view "restricted" was that occasionally we missed the image projected onto the back of the stage.
Maybe it's the Japanese culture, or maybe it's my ignorant stereotypes, but there was none of that lovie back-patting that I always imagine synonymous with theatre, the sort of thing you get when Christian Slater stars in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
If you do go note that the Barbican seems to have strict policy on not allowing late comers into the theatre.
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