But Julius Caesar, oh Julius Caesar. This was the first time I'd ever seen it staged, and what a brilliant production. It started off with a band playing some cover songs (e.g. Seven Nation Army, Oasis' Rock and Roll Star) and suddenly someone ripped a banner from someone in the crowd, stormed the stage, and the play had begun. I really liked how they integrated the standing audience into the action, moving them about as if they were the mindless Roman mob whenever the set changed - a risen platform here, a lowered one there - and the actors entered and exited the stage. It was imaginative and brilliant.
They made Cassius a woman. I've only just realised that the actress that plays her is Michelle Fairley, who plays someone in Game of Thrones; the mother of someone? I watched only the first two seasons so I can't remember but that explained why she looked a bit familiar. Anyway, the point is, she was amazing. I went for Ben Whishaw and was completely amazed by Michelle. Ben was amazing too, though I'd imagined Brutus a little quieter, less prone to agitation; Ben played him with a lot of passion. It was great, of course, but it didn't fit my mental image of Brutus, albeit one formed half my lifetime ago. I also seem to remember Cassius being a lot more cunning than she was in the play. Perhaps they changed the character a bit, along with its gender, but I didn't really get the sense that Cassius was this evil mastermind like I'd remembered him to be. Or maybe the passage of time, and the fact that I haven't read Julius Caesar ever since I passed my exams, has confused him a little with Iago in my head.
My only complaint is that I wish Caesar had faced my part of the theatre, or at least, his back hadn't been completely turned on my part of the theatre, during the iconic 'Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Casesar!' scene. It was quite disappointing that I couldn't see Caesar's face at all during that exclamation. But I did like how the line was almost whispered, in shock, and in sharp contrast to Caesar's booming pomposity up to that point. Very well done.
All in all, today was great. I was feeling a bit moody about my seemingly eternal singleness on Valentine's Day, but being in London and watching the play and doing a bit of shopping afterwards was just brilliant. Have I mentioned that I love London? I'm really going to move back to London in my fourth year. I can't take another year of Cambridge; I absolutely can't.
Lastly, I don't understand why Thomas takes as long as he does to reply to a simple yes or no question. He replied today saying he's free tomorrow. Then an hour later, he wished me happy Valentine's. I replied asking if 7.30pm at the Varsity works for him, returned his wishes - and I've not heard from him since sending that message at 1pm. Before I sent that horrible text message, he was quite prompt to confirm things. So, I don't know. I'm not even expecting to see him tomorrow despite what he said because of the lack of confirmation. Still, I think it's already quite good on his part that he hasn't told me to fuck off after that text message, which was in equal parts accusatory, self-entitled, passive-aggressive and presumptuous. If I had been on the receiving end of that...I would think that the sender is a psycho bitch and block her. I guess so far, he's proving to be a nicer person than I am.