Suffused with grief and unrequited love, Twelfth Night is often played as an anti-comedy – more melancholy than mirthful. Not so in Simon Godwin’s brash, gender-bending, utterly joyful rendering, which takes loss as a cue to embrace life.
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Great. This is is a great write up and fair. OB
On 23 February 2017 at 12:29, MARIANKA SWAIN ~ WRITE HERE, WRITE NOW wrote:
> mkmswain posted: “Suffused with grief and unrequited love, Twelfth Night > is often played as an anti-comedy – more melancholy than mirthful. Not so > in Simon Godwin’s brash, gender-bending, utterly joyful rendering, which > takes loss as a cue to embrace life. Read my full ” >