After 40 minutes of Life Is A Dream, I beat the hell out of there. It was not good: the director wanted to be Peter Brook but was more peter Schlemiel, mostly of the cast was below amateur stature. Charlotte had energy and potential, but the black box theatre sound was dead and the low energy and low volume of the cast - does no one teach projection to young actors? - rendered too much of the text inaudible. Add to that a continually noodling musical background, a fan providing an attempt at ventilation in a room 20 degrees too warm. and I couldn't wait to get out.
At the first opportune moment i ran.
And i am now home.