1776 indeed! When well-executed, chills of the highest order.
I may be in the minority, but THE NANCE's ending was spectacularly memorable for me. A livelihood shatters to an end as the very theatre itself seems ready to collapse. A gasp-inducing flourish of obsolescence.
JERUSALEM also was one of the most thrilling final moments, with Mark Rylance pounding his entire damaged and bloody soul into that drumbeat and what seemed like the entire audience yearning to hear giants' footsteps or see the leaves of the trees shake. Maybe it was just me, but it felt all-encompassing.
Also, I know I raved about Geoffrey Rush in EXIT THE KING on here recently, but the literal last gasp of his performance is seared into my memory.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
