Went to open­ing night of Mel­bourne Theatre Com­pany’s King Lear. It was a fairly tra­di­tional ren­der­ing trans­posed into modern-day clothes (kings and courtiers as rich besuited cor­por­ate bosses, inter­est­ing cast­ing of Aaron Ped­er­sen as Edmund) with a very ver­sat­ile set. I enjoyed it a great deal. Had a slightly odd encounter with an old acquaint­ance Jason Romney after­wards, but you get that.

Still trying to work through the polit­ical rami­fic­a­tions of Edmund as an indi­gen­ous man half-acknow­ledged as the bas­tard son of an Anglo courtier who then decieves and con­nives his way into the beds of two prin­cesses, has his father declared a traitor and his brother, the ‘legit­im­ate’ heir, declared a crim­inal hunted through­out the land. The speech about being base and the notion of ‘legit­im­acy’ car­ried espe­cial weight given this cast­ing, as did Ped­er­sen’s Aus­tralian accent when other cast mem­bers were doing Scot­tish and Irish accents and the ‘police’ at the end of act three were in Brit­ish uniforms.

But then, as usual, I may just be read­ing too much into it.

I was also amused by trying to work out who the guy play­ing Regan (Alison Whyte)‘s hubby was… kept think­ing it was John Waters (ex-Play­school, bwa­haha) but it was David Roberts (ex-Matrix Revolu­tions).

Got home to find flowers on the door­step from my par­ents! Yay! Thanks guys.