The National Galleries held a series of talks called Stuart Portraits: Power and Politics that I found most interesting. Portraiture is something I know more or less nothing about and even less about its connections to politics. David Taylor filled in some of these blanks with respect to Mary Queen of Scots, to the collection of Bess of Hardwicke (who was Mary's jailer for many years), to Catherine of Braganza (Charles II's consort) and to James VII and II and his first wife Anne Hyde.
He explained how the poses and contents of such portraits were symbols of many significant elements of temporal and spiritual power or status. Copies were frequently made and distributed to reinforce the sitters' social and political position. The gentry would undoubtedly have sight of them but I'm not sure that the man in the street or in the rural hovel would. I guess that explains how Harry could wander incognito around the troops on the eve of Agincourt.
By the time I heard about Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey its short run in Glasgow and Dundee was almost sold out. Fortunately I got a seat at the matinee at Tramway. This was such a beautifully staged and performed play created from two short stories by Haruki Murakami about a monkey who falls in love with women. Despite being able to speak he can't form relationships with them and steals their names instead.
It was a joint Japanese Scottish production by Vanishing Point and KAAT from Yokohama. You can get a flavour of the show from this "making of" video. You should set the subtitles to English unless your Japanese is many orders of magnitude better than mine..
In Glasgow again I went with Ross to the Conservatoire to see a production by second year drama students of Agamemnon's Return. This is the first part of This Restless House, Zinnie Harris's version of The Oresteia by Aeschylus. It was very good. The entire cast performed well. I thought the girl who played Clytemnestra was particularly good. The RCS production was not quite so bloody as the original production which Ross and I saw at The Citizens in 2016. The Guardian at the time loved it as we did.
Back in Edinburgh Wild Rose at The Lyceum has earned plaudits from a plethora of critics. I can't say that I thought it all that wonderful. The story of the less than perfect young mum's aspirations to be a country singer, her trip to Nashville against the odds and her final return to settle in the bosom of her family in Glasgow failed to wrench a tear from my eye. The music was fine though.
Although I've been to a few race meetings in the past I can''t say I've found it particulary wonderful so it was a bit of a surprise to me to enjoy the Cheltenham Festival as much as I did. But then don't you always get a better view of sporting events on the telly!
I felt like going to the cinema yesterday so I nipped up to the Cameo to redeem one of my member tickets and found that a Catalan Film Festival was taking place. So I went to see that evening's offering. It was an excellent, entertaining and humorous story of a family gathering at a house in Cadeques, a house that the matriarch intends to sell. Her ex-husband is resolutely set against it for his own reasons. Their daughter and family, their son and current girlfriend, the ex-husband's girlfriend are all there and all contribute to the jollity, recriminations, fighting and making up that fill the screen very enjoyably culminating in the nuclear family being left alone watching the house burn. Casa en Flames it's called.