I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep… puts its protagonist in a cube (Picture: Ikin Yum Photography)
Theatre review: I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep…, Gate Theatre
Rodrigo García’s playlet, in which a nameless, sleep-deprived speaker proposes to take his young children on a hedonistic night-time trip to see the Goya paintings in the Prado museum, is even odder than you might expect from its cumbersome full title – I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep Than Some Other Arsehole.
A descriptive subtitle for Jude Christian’s production might be Monologue With Two Piglets, since the offspring Steffan Rhodri’s anti-consumerist ranter addresses are played by two young Gloucester Old Spots. It’s quite a coup when the squealing creatures are first produced but since their actions thereafter are limited to grunting and defecating, the initial impact fades.
At the heart of Fly Davis’s hygienic, abstract-looking stage design is a…
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