I was very lucky to have an opportunity to speak with Jonah one of the hosts at our Bed and Breakfast. He’s lived in Stratford-Upon-Avon his whole life and has a deep knowledge of its history and will always take the opportunity to share his knowledge to both captive and captivated audiences. There was a large map of Stratford on the wall of the breakfast room. He had asked me if I knew how Stratford got it’s name. He indicated to the map which shows 5-8 major roads that all lead toward the heart of the town. He explained that this was the only area that had a ford in the river, a shallow area that is easily crossed whether on foot, horseback or wagon. This ford was the only way for people to cross the river for several tens of miles which made it a very popular spot for tradesman and merchants. Hence how the town got its name, the strait ford upon Avon. This ford is the reason that William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, his father was a tradesman who made and sold gloves. Stratford was an advantageous location for him to be able to get his goods to either side of the river.

The town itself could not be more different that London. It’s cobble stone streets and sidewalks that wind through buildings that look like something out of the book of fairytales I used to read as a child. Stratford feels removed from the modern world, but not in the same way as Bath. Bath felt tied to ancient ruins, felt more of a time machine. Stratford felt like a portal into a fairytale. If it weren’t for the McDonald’s and Tesco Express I might have believed it. There’s a romantic element, not only in the architecture but also in the aura of the town. Everything moves a little slower, feels a little easier, the air feels brighter and cleaner. The people feel like a true community, it has the small town feel where the locals know everyone and are always meddling in each other’s business.

The people of Stratford are extraordinarily proud of their town and they should be. It’s a beautiful place that seems to thrive off the love of community and history. It is interesting that so much of William Shakespeare’s history has been preserved. It feels like not only the townsfolk, but also Shakespeare himself knew how legendary he would become. The house Shakespeare was born in stands tall and well taken care of, his grave sits in pride of place on the altar of Holy Trinity Church, much to Queen Elizabeth I’s disappointment. His funeral monument that was immaculately created has withstood 500 years and been preserved by a hundred generations of the people of Stratford.

The only piece of Shakespeare that hasn’t stood the test of time is The New Place, Shakespeare’s marital home he shared with Anne Hathaway. Jonas was all too kind to give me the history on The New Place. In the 1700s it was inhabited by a local vicar who became quite irritated by the number of people who would knock on his door asking to see the place where Shakespeare had written several of his plays. He became so annoyed that he tore down the house so as to live unbothered once more. Jonas went on to tell me that for most of his lifetime that corner lot were beautiful public gardens that the community were able to enjoy. He said about 10-20 years ago the Shakespeare Centre took control of the location and created the museum and gardens that we were able to visit. He was happy to tell me that the locals are still provided free access to the gardens as they are no longer public and only tourists have to pay for entry.

Stratford was slow, romantic, with an edge of magic that created the perfect culmination of my time in England.

Stratford-upon-Avon was a major contrast to all the other cities we had visited over the course of the trip. Obviously, it was much smaller and quieter than London, but even the smaller places, like Bath and Oxford, felt much more like London than they did Stratford. In fact, out of all the cities we’ve visited, this one felt the most like home. Most of the buildings weren’t very tall, it didn’t feel much of a tourist destination, and everything seemed to be a bit slower. Most stores closed at seven or eight, with midnight being the absolute latest, whereas in London I could visit Tesco any time of day I wanted. The weather was also much warmer there, with it being sunny and warm the whole time. Despite all this, there was still much to see.

Stratford-upon-Avon was the birthplace and residence of William Shakespeare himself, and much of the town still revolves around him. We visited four different locations relevant to him. The church where he was baptized and buried, and house that he was born and grew up in, the gardens that replaced the larger house he bought later and life, and the family house where his wife, Anne Hathaway, was born. It was so fascinating visiting all these places. William Shakespeare is undoubtedly not just one of the most famous writers or playwrights of all time, but one of the most famous human beings to ever live. He and those around him couldn’t have known how far his fame would reach so far after his death, and so it’s a miracle this stuff is preserved as well as it is. In fact, the idea that one of Shakespeare’s homes could just be torn down seems preposterous to us nowadays, but it’s a reminder that he was still a human being, like the rest of us.

Shakespeare was not the only thing that Stratford-upon-Avon had to offer. It also had a cat café, though it was named Shakespaw. I spent an afternoon there enjoying the company of the cats, but it reminded me of how much I missed my own, but I knew that I would see them soon.

This is because Stratford-upon-Avon was the last place that we visited on our trip. In fact, I am currently writing this in the airport waiting for my flight, reflecting on the trip. It feels very bittersweet, and I don’t know if I’m fully ready to return. I have enjoyed my time over here so much. I loved getting to see so much theatre in such a short time span, and all the historical locations were wonderful. There was also just so much to do, a month was nowhere near enough time to begin to see all London had to offer, and I already want to return. I also had a wonderful time hanging out with all my fellow travelers, I think that it was a great group, and I am sad to have it split.

One thing I’m going to miss most of all is the weather. I loved the cool, rainy weather of London. It was almost miraculous to be able to walk outside in the summer and not be soaked in sweat and mosquitos. At the same time though, I am so ready to be able to relax in a calm place and not have to deal with football fans screaming at three in the morning.

I am so glad that I chose to go on this trip. I feel like I have learned so much, not only about theatre and another culture, but about myself too. This has been Theatre in London, thank you for reading my blogs, and goodbye.

-Jack Duncan

I can think of no show more fitting to end our trip on than Hamlet. One of Shakespeare’s best and most famous works, being performed in the town where he was born and lived. Hamlet is my personal favorite of Shakespeare’s tragedies and may even be my favorite of all of his plays. However, I was decently skeptical before seeing Hamlet, because it was not just Hamlet, but rather Hamlet Hail to the Thief, a show combining Hamlet with Radiohead’s Hail to the Thief album.

I cannot call myself a fan of Radiohead. The only time I have ever heard their music was when someone else chose to play it, and even then, it has only been their big hits. While I had meant to listen to the album before seeing the show, but I never got around to doing that, so I went in decently blind. I was worried that the music would clash with the performance, that it would feel forced, however, that did not end up being the case.

Instead, the music worked to enhance the show, helping to tell the story through performance art dance that complemented Hamlet wonderfully. The music was often eerie and unnerving, and the dance was too, often being jittery and unnatural, elevating the feeling of paranoia and uncertainty present throughout the play. The characters seemed to almost be in a trance-like state while moving across the stage, as if the music itself possessed them.

However, good dancing itself can’t make a show good on its own, all the other elements need to be working together to bring it to life. Luckily, that was the case. The music was live, and thus there was a whole band, not the real Radiohead though, playing. My seat gave me a good view of the two guitarists, who I often found myself watching. They swapped through multiple guitars throughout the performance and played them all excellently. All of the musicians were at the top of their game. The main issue I found was that I was often unable to understand the lyrics due to all the noise, however, that did not impact my enjoyment, as the singing itself was often quite haunting, and even without understandable words was very effective.

The acting was also great. The actor who played Hamlet did a wonderful job. He did a great job showing Hamlet’s youth and innocence, which faded away as he slips down into madness. All of the actors were great, but another I want to talk about is Claudius. He felt very imposing, his presence dominating every scene he was in, and I loved every scene he was in.

The design elements were also great. Almost everything was black and white, with most characters wearing all black, or just a little bit of white. This made a wonderful contrast, for Ophelia wore a white dress in the scene where she drowned herself, making her stand out among the darkness. Another glimpse of color was Claudius’s blood after he was stabbed. The red standing out as the only color in a monochrome scene.

One of the most surprising things about the show was its length. It only ran for around an hour and a half. I kept expecting an intermission, yet it never came. The short length worked wonderfully though, I think that if they tried to drag out the musical elements for too long, it would become tired. Instead, though, they presented a show that felt satisfying, not overstaying its welcome, which was a thoroughly enjoyable experience the entire time.

-Jack Duncan

Hamlet Hail to the Thief at the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon was nothing short of wonderful. While not my all time favorite of the shows we’ve seen on this trip (that honor goes to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), it is a very close second. The conceit of this production is mixing text from Shakespeare’s Hamlet with music from Radiohead’s album Hail to the Thief. They were really creative with the name haha. But seriously, any lack of creativity in the name was more than made up for in the production itself!

Firstly, I loved the way they treated the text in this production. The entire show was 1 hour 40 minutes with no intermission. Obviously, this means they had to cut out a lot of text. Knowing Hamlet as well as I have gotten to, there were some moments where I was expecting to hear a bit of language only to find it had been cut. The only moment that I truly missed was getting to hear Gertrude’s final line, which I’ll talk more about when I discuss the final sequence of this production. My favorite change was adding in a repetition of Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” soliloquy (though, in this production, not so much of a soliloquy). Each of the actors knew how to expertly use the text, which only added to the experience.

In addition to cutting and rearranging text, they also had the challenge of adding in this Radiohead music. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much of Radiohead’s music. Nothing against them, just not what I choose to listen to. That being said, I did know enough about their sound to not be too upset when I couldn’t understand the lyrics being sung. The music conveyed the feeling of the lyrics without necessarily needing to hear them all. At times it was an honest to God rock show! While these musicians were playing their hearts out, the cast all came on and danced in wonderfully choreographed interpretive pieces. I believe that this choreography is what made this production work. Since so much text was cut out, the director had to find a way to convey the story that we were missing. These movement pieces perfectly bridged the gap and even gave us extra story that is not shown on stage in traditional Hamlet productions. My favorite of these additions was the added storytelling between Hamlet and Ophelia. We got to see the true ecstasy that they felt together and then got to see how it devolved once Hamlet had been visited by his father’s ghost.

As mentioned above, the one aspect that I had some thoughts about (not necessarily negative) was the way the end sequence was done – the final fight where everyone except Horatio dies. It turned into a literal dance battle, and all of the text was cut out until after everyone had been injured and Hamlet was about to die. I think that some of the storytelling got lost here, such as the revelation that Claudius is trying to poison Hamlet with the chalice of wine that Gertrude ends up drinking. This becomes abundantly clear in the original version when she exclaims “The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.” Given how much chaos was happening onstage during the final sequence, I don’t think I would have picked up on this plot point had I not been actively looking for it.

To end on a high note, the use of the “To be or not to be” speech was pretty ingenious. To get into this, I have to discuss the treatment of Ophelia in this production. As opposed to the original text, in which Ophelia does not seem to have much agency throughout, this production portrays Ophelia as a feisty and opinionated young woman who, after going through unimaginable amounts of grief in a short period of time, devolves into madness. Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” is given directly to Ophelia in this production instead of the traditional soliloquy to the audience, and I honestly don’t think I want to see it any other way ever again. It makes so much sense for Hamlet to have been the one to put the idea of suicide into Ophelia’s mind in the first place. To make it ever more heartbreaking, they had Ophelia repeat this speech as a soliloquy right before her death. She is wandering and alone, stuttering through the words as they echo around her until a trap door opens up and she falls in. Even if the rest of the show had been bad, that one theatrical moment alone would’ve made this a show worth seeing. 

Thankfully, the show was incredible all around. I’ll be honest, this is the first time I’ve actually felt something for these characters while watching this show. The performers were amazing, the design was awesome, and the adaptation filled a centuries old script with new life.

Heading into the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production of Hamlet Hail to the Theif I was struggling with my own expectations for this show. I was quite disappointed in the Romeo and Juliet we saw at The Globe. I had expected to see that show and go “Oh my god THIS is what Shakespeare is supposed to be!” and that just wasn’t the case. So now that we were in Stratford at the Royal Shakespeare Company seeing Hamlet that is conceptualized using the music of Radiohead I was unsure of what my expectations should be. I am ecstatic to say this is exactly what I wanted out of Shakespeare in England.

First, we must discuss the fact that we saw an HOUR AND FORTY MINUTE PRODUCTION OF HAMLET. To me, that deserves it’s own standing ovation. Hamlet it known to be a Shakespeare that is long, drawn out, and deeply gut wrenching. This production let go of all previously conceived notions of the play. At some points it felt like the original script was just used as source material and not the actual script for this production. They took the things that define Hamlet, “to be or not to be”, “the lady dost protest too much”, beautiful Ophelia, etc and let go of all of the fluff. In place of the fluff they wove in the music of Radiohead and the incredible use of movement and dance to fill in the gaps of the script that they had cut up.

The music itself felt like it’s own character. The band lined the back of the stage in their own sound booths that the audience could see into. The two singers had their own doorways that opened in the upper platform of the back wall that they would appear and disappear through. The music almost played the part of the Greek Chorus, while the characters used the interlude to show us what happened in between scenes or set up the upcoming scene without any text at all. The style of movement became it’s own language that was so clear we didn’t need a translator to understand what they were telling us.

The movement was somewhere between contemporary dance and true performance art. It almost felt like it’s own unique art style, as if this style of movement was created solely for storytelling with Radiohead. I was really impressed by how natural and organic this movement felt, not only in the story, but also in the body of the actors. Often times when you witness productions that play with interpretive dance or conceptualized movement it can feel awkward in the body of the actors, that was quite the opposite here. It seemed as if these actors had always told stories this way.

Watching this movement made me this about my Viewpoints class from my first semester. We used several different exercises to find our own bodies organic movements and developed not only our own physical language, but a language between the 12 of us that were in the class. We rehearsed moving as a unit using what is called soft focus, which is an awareness of yourself and the other bodies in the space. When the entire company achieves soft focus at the same time it feels like they become one unit of movement. This feeling was ever present in this production.

The show flowed effortlessly, never giving us too little or too much time to process what we were seeing. Heading into the next semester of Directing Studio I will be working with Shakespeare and this production has made me excited to find ways to make whichever play I work on feel renewed and mastered in the way that this production was able to.

My visit to Camden Market had a rather peculiar start. I and a few other travelers had sat down on some benches while we waited for another of our group to finish using the restroom. Suddenly a voice started booming, and we realized that we had sat down right in front of a performance. It was not just any performance though, but one that included audience participation.

We were face to face with a mad scientist, his assistant, and his exasperated daughter. They first invited up a mother and father to play a game of truth or false, where they were given statements, and had to determine whether it was a fact or a lie. After that, two people from our group were brought up, and had to play a word game, saying as many different words relating to a category, without any repeats. Then came the final game, and while I had managed to avoid being brought forward for the first two, my time had finally come. I was paired up with another student and was given a deck of cards with words written on them and tried to get them to guess as many as possible by saying related words. After this we were given tea for our participation, and it was revealed that this had actually been an advertisement, a rather good one at that, for a longer live performance, which unfortunately we were unable to get tickets to, despite our interest.

After this unexpected distraction, I finally entered Camden Market proper, and it was a lot. It was quite crowded when we visited, and the air was filled with the aromas of all different types of food. There were so many shops that caught my eye and interested me, that I didn’t know where to go first, and so I chose one to start at, and made my way down the street, going from store to store. There were places selling all sorts of over-the-top goth adjacent clothing, a wild west themed store, an anime and music shop where I bought some band pins, all varieties of jewelry stores, and a rave shop that was too loud for me to stay in for too long. I spent hours browsing through all of stalls and shops, and there was still a lot I was unable to see. At one point I got lost in a large sprawling underground section, rows of clothing acting as a maze, that took me too long to get out of.

All of this left me feeling overwhelmed, and so I took a few minutes to just relax against a wall and observe the world around me. The sounds of the people blended together as a watched them walk by me, people from all different backgrounds shopping, eating, or just walking around. It was nice to take a break from the lively market before I stepped back in, and did one more look around. After that I felt as though I had experienced enough of the market that day and made my way towards the exit.

As I left, I heard the sounds of the same actors still performing, bringing up a new group of people to the stage. As their voices faded out of earshot, I felt satisfied with my trip to Camden Market, but was ready for some relaxation time, and a nap which I thoroughly enjoyed.

-Jack Duncan

On our penultimate night in the United Kingdom, and our second night in Stratford-Upon-Avon, we ventured to the Royal Shakespeare Company to see Hamlet: Hail to the Thief. The show took Shakespeare’s classic story of Hamlet and combined it with Radiohead’s cinematic music. I wouldn’t quite classify it as a musical because most of the story is still told through spoken word, and not all of the characters sing. It is more of a play with the occasional song to help the story along. It was a shorter show with a variety of story-telling modes compared to other productions of the same story. For example, many of the smaller plot-points in the play became dance sequences, and a few of the characters sing along to the music when the lines resonated with their current state.

I read Hamlet about a year ago for my High School English class. We watched a few scenes from various adaptations as well as the entirety of the 1996 movie starring and directed by Kenneth Branagh. Most of what we watched were as you would expect a shakespearean scene to be, British actors speaking at lightening speeds like they feared they would forget the words they were saying if they said it any slower. It was an entirely different experience to watch the Hamlet: Hail to the Thief. From the way the characters were portrayed to the music and dancing, the Royal Shakespeare Company produced a whole new Hamlet.

I cannot speak for those who have not read Hamlet, but being quite familiar with the main story I believe it came across quite well in this show. I was never distracted from the story, and in a lot of ways the music elevated certain themes and ideas hidden in Shakespeare’s words. It was hard for me to understand the words of the songs, and I am not familiar enough with Radiohead to fill in the gaps, but the music itself added emotion to the scenes. Many adaptations have non-digetic music to provide context and basic feel for the audience, but in this show the characters are actively telling us their story through music. It is not just background music, but the actual thoughts and feelings of the characters put to music. This gives a whole new weigh to the music. Using a popular band’s music also ties in younger audiences who may be bored by “classic” shakespeare and therefore introduces a new wave of audiences.

In addition to the music, RSC added a lot of dance in their production. Dance physically manifested the various streams of manipulation throughout the show. For example, one character who was more in control in the moment would move, and their movement would cause, or more force, the other character to move as well. Or, the characters would link in some way and then move about in all sorts of ways until they became all tangled up.

– Hadley ❤

I really like Radiohead. I really like Hamlet. So, I was obviously very interested in how the show would combine the two. There was really no way of knowing based on how the show was marketed, since all it really said was that the music was incorporated into the show. Would it be background music? A Radiohead jukebox musical? Instrumental? The answer is basically all three and then some.

The music was constantly present, either as background music to scenes, the song dances were occurring to, or being sung by the characters themselves. All of the music had an ominous quality to it, so that there was no moment of peace for the audience.

This interpretation cut the story down significantly (which I was fine with). Some scenes were totally taken and conveyed through dance, which I’d argue was the main form of communication through the performance. My favorite dance moment was a sort of pas de deux between Ophelia and Hamlet. It established their relationship in a way that I think was deeper than words could convey and made their eventual dissolution that much more heartbreaking to watch. I believe that the dance conveying the emotion deeper than words rings true for every scene. The music, of course, goes hand in hand with this.

There are other things that I really liked about this production that didn’t have to do with the music. For example, when we first walked in, the stage was set with a bunch of hanging suit coats. I’ve been pondering it and I’m still yet to figure out why they did this, but if the answer is simply just “it looks cool” I’m okay with that. At the end, all the suit coats fell from where they had been drawn up and hit the stage at the same time. Same thing here: I don’t know why this was the case, but I liked it. Every character was dressed in black, except for when Ophelia was brought out to be buried, she’d been changed into a long white gown. My absolute favorite production choice was just how scary King Hamlet’s ghost was. He had a booming voice with a lot of effects of it. I think there was a visual to go with it, but I couldn’t see it. When he spoke, Hamlet moved almost like he was possessed, which I thought was an interesting way to convey their communication.

I really enjoyed ending our run of shows on a high note with something interesting and thought provoking. I unfortunately didn’t take any pictures of the set or of the RSC, except for this one of my seat. I got in Row M, Seat 20. I liked that it was my first initial and my lucky number.