I accept that I have been banging on about the lack of performance from our beloved RSC (The Royal Shakespeare Company) time and time again, I’m sorry. But hey, I’m off again. I’m afraid after reading yet another whinging piece about the demise of the place and the jobs therein, I’m annoyed and more than a little bit flabbergasted.
First of all, I do understand. I can’t think of anything worse than the situation the RSC and many other theatres find themselves in. And they are not alone. It looks like Armageddon. The end for lots of shops, factories and other businesses all over the UK. People, out of work. Nothing coming in. A nightmare and a very scary one at that.
The way I see it, the Royal Shakespeare Company is (as usual) in a position of privilege. It should, I believe, begin to live up to their tradition and honour the men and women who went before them. The waggoneers, the troubadours who put things on, no matter what. The plague didn’t stop them.
Likewise, the RSC (who I believe have actors on standby) should be out on the streets showing us what we are missing. It makes sense. They are going to need our support when finally, things look like they are getting ‘back to normal’, so why not ‘sell their wares’ on the streets, the place where it all began.
For God’s sake RSC, there is nothing worse than a ‘dark’ and silent theatre. Show yourself. Let us know that you are still there, fighting. Show us what you are made of. Show us that you are more than just a business, not just a gravy train.
Do some busking. No excuses. Pass the bucket.