The Globe, Wax Celebrities, and Modern Theater (London day 15)


Yay for great days! Today (Tuesday) was loads of fun. It started and ended with theater, with some nerdy, fangirly stuff smushed in the middle. The weather was really cold and drizzy, too, which would’ve been nice if I hadn’t decided that today of all days I was not going to bring my hoodie.

We started off with a tour of the Globe Theater (Theatre?) This is the third Globe; if I remember correctly, the first one burned down after a mishap with a cannon prop. The second one was torn down by the Puritans because they hated fun and happiness. This 3rd one wasn’t built until the 80s.

The 1980s, that is.

The 1980s, that is.

You can tell it’s not old, like the Tower or the Abbey. It had nice floors and laquered walls and modern bathrooms. But it is all built in wood, made to the right specifications, and was put together completely by hand, just like the original.

Even those

Even those “marble” pillars are wood.

Unfortunately, our professor wasn’t able to get us tickets to a play there. I might maybe try to pick some up on my own if I have time (with only three days left, though, it’s getting difficult to squeeze things in). I hear they’re playing Much Ado About Nothing and As You Like It.

After our tour, Faith and I went off to Madam Tussaud’s wax museum. We got there a little earlier than our ticket time, so since we were on Baker Street we thought it’d be cool to check out good ol’ 221B.

But Sherlock was currently away practicing for his Hamlet performance.

But Sherlock was currently away practicing for his Hamlet performance.

It was fifteen freaking pounds to get a museum tour, and probably an hour-long queue to get your picture taken in the doorway with that police guy (who is he even supposed to be? Lestrade?) We did go through the gift shop, which had cute memorabilia and souvenirs from both the current BBC show and past depitictions of Holmes.

Next came Madam Tussaud’s. Though extremely busy and touristy, I enjoyed it. It’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to taking selfies with celebrities. There were different themed rooms, including a scare show with live actors that you’re not allowed to touch even though they get literally within inches of your face, a Marvel 4D experience where you basically just sat in a big auditorium watching an Avengers cartoon, and a special, limited-time Star Wars exhibit where I only got one photo before my phone died.

At least two of my top five characters were in it.

At least two of my top five favorite characters were in it.

The actual famous wax figures themselves were cool. Some were pretty popular, like Johnny Depp and George Clooney, and I didn’t feel like waiting in the big crowd around them to get their photos. But I did get pics with or of the cool celebs (some had other people in them because again, waiting and queueing and pushing to the front is not always worth it). Go here for a gallery of my favorites.

We had just enough time after the wax museum to freshen up and eat dinner back at our flat before heading over to the National Theatre for a production of Everyman. I’d never heard of it and knew nothing about the plot or set up or anything. And since they apparently to a very “modern” approach with it, imagine how thrown off I was by everything.

Imagine weird things happening on this stage, and you'll know what I mean.

Imagine weird things happening on this stage, and you’ll know what I mean.

I guess it was about this guy named Everyman who fell off the roof at his birthday party, and his subsequent journey to show God the worth of his life. The production was actually really creative, utilizing a screen to show images and video, music playing loudly through surround sound in some parts, and real rain falling on the stage at the end. The acting was well done, and the visualization of some of the scenes was really creative and powerful. But the story. I couldn’t follow it in some parts, and couldn’t understand what kind of message was supposed to be gained from it. God was played by a woman, of which I admired the boldness of such a casting call, but it seemed more gimmicky than relevant. Apparently this is what “modern” theater is… a far cry from the Importance of Being Earnest, that’s for sure!

I would've rather seen a play from my home boy, Shakespeare.

I would’ve rather seen a play from my home boy, Shakespeare.


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