The curtain opens, and I think I’m in the Lyttelton. No way this is a German set. The proscenium is completely closed off — a picture frame around a photo-realistic replica of the entrance hall and swooping grand staircase of a decaying 19th-century mansion, trees starting to shoot up through the cracked floor tiles, windows [...]
SOURCE: www.dispositio.net at 10:52PM on May 2, 2014