White Mask at the Red

This week, dressed once again in my assigned white mask, having paid for my cloak, I explored The Masque of The Red Death by Punchdrunk.  While more claustrophobic in atmosphere than the expansive Faust, they certainly pulled it off again. 

The excited reviews are true - I'd make sure to return if there were only any tickets left.

I treasure the moments clinging to the walls in the dark as performers climb, run dance past.  I treasure getting directly struck by one of the flung books.  I'm proud of quickly obtaining my cloak and for finding the secret way.  And (if I recall correctly) the whispered words "Do you ever wonder why nothing happens when you die?"

I am waiting to see what happens from here.

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Update: Just seen the interesting and useful review from the Guardian.

Comments

[Sophie]

I'm really looking forward to taking Tom up to see it in November. :)