Ibolya and I spent our Valentine's evening at the National Theatre watching Danny Boyle's new production of Frankenstein. A very, very rare night for us out without the children. It was really good. Fantastic first half, with the monster learning how to be human; experiencing the elements for the first time and how to be civilized was moving and engaging.
But the second half got a bit, 'he's behind you!', pantomime, and I started to lose my sympathy for monster when he starts to turn into a psychopath.
The leads were brilliant and deserved their standing ovation, which I haven't not seen very often. Johnny Lee Miller was that night's monster and an incredibly brave and demanding performance. Benedict Cumberbatch, they alternate roles each nigh, was the Doctor.
The set design and lighting were really striking and I loved the loud, electronic, score by Underworld.
Danny Boyle's done a really good job and made me feel a bit more optimistic about what he'll produce for the opening ceremony of the Olympics.
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