Last night I saw a wonderful production of Jean Anouilh's Antigone at Théâtre de Poche (Pocket Theatre) here in Quebec City, at the University Laval. Antigone had lip piercings and unkempt hair, dressed in grunge black. The jacket she left behind on her last entry into her tomb the young Hémon will hold it as if it were the bundled child they might have had. The audience walked through the cast, assembled beforehand on-stage as Anouihl requested for curtain rise -- and here there was no curtain. The tone was set from the moment your ticket was taken by one of the guards.
It's a splendid script, of course, and these young French Canadians actors were in their element with the French.
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