Most off-putting thing of the week has to be, mistakenly booking a captioned performance of the The Woman in Black.
Fab seats (Well done me – You’re welcome) but having flourescent orange words appear, stage left and right for the hearing impaired, somewhat took the edge off if I’m honest.
Whilst I appreciate that our hard of hearing friends should also be able to be included in the magic of theatre. Next time I will pay more attention to these things and not book for a night when the captions are on.
The suspense of a pitch black stage, lit only be a hand-held candle, illuminating a solitary locked door, as the protagonist creeps stealthily toward it, was rather spoiled for me by the sudden bright orange lettering spelling out:
milliseconds before the actual loud knocking began.
As my slightly Aspergic friend remarked rather loudly in the bar during the interval:-
“Fecking Deafies should stay at home… and the *elves”
to which I Shhh’d her to avoid being embarrassed in the crowd –
“No need to Shhh me babe. They can’t fucking hear me can they?”
It was a fair, albeit unsympathetic, point.
Despite that, this was the 3rd time I have seen this show and I loved it again. It is very well done with only 2 actors on the stage. If only for the audience reactions and on this occasion for my other friend asking in hushed tone. “When do they start singing?”
* said friend had earlier misread the sign which read “captioning gives deaf, partially deaf and hard of hearing people the chance to enjoy the performance” as “Captioning elves…..”