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LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN: THE LATEST IN SHARMILL FILMS’ OSCAR WILDE SEASON

Samantha Spiro and Grace Moloney in Lady Windermere’s Fan

LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN is the second of the season of Oscar Wilde plays that Dominic Dromgoole and his new company Classic Spring are bringing to London’s West End , here directed by award-winning writer, actor and director Kathy Burke and starring Jennifer Saunders (among others), filmed at the Vaudeville Theatre in London’s West End.

Wilde’s 1892 play tells the story of young Lady Windermere, who flees her own birthday party because she mistakenly believes her husband is having an affair with Mrs Erlynne, a woman with a scandalous past .The truth is far more complicated than the rumours and Lord Windermere, however misguidedly, is trying to protect his wife from it. The play explores, with real sympathy, the way that shame can be used to derail a woman’s life.one slip, one single mistake can ruin a life. Continue reading LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN: THE LATEST IN SHARMILL FILMS’ OSCAR WILDE SEASON

A Woman of No Importance: Oscar Wilde on Film

Eve Best as Mrs Arbuthnot

A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE was filmed live at the Vaudeville Theatre in London’s West End especially for the cinema screen.   With this revival of A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE Dominic Dromgoole launches two exciting projects in London– his new company Clear Spring and a year long season of Oscar Wilde plays. Continue reading A Woman of No Importance: Oscar Wilde on Film

WILL AND ME: HOW SHAKESPEARE TOOK OVER MY LIFE

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‘Alas poor Yorick, I knew him well’… One of the many Globe productions directed by Dominic Dromgoole.

The joy of Shakespeare is that whether you are a Bard Tragic or just a dabbler, you are guaranteed to find at least one or two quotes that feel so tasty and nice to speak and hear that you want to find the odd opportunity to trot them out.

There was even a song called “Brush up Your Shakespeare” written in “Kiss Me Kate” dealing with the universal delight that this genius can spark. (For years my daughters giggled and wondered, when we were sailing, at my exhortations directed at the heavens to “Blow mighty Jupiter!” and “Blow winds and crack your cheeks!”; delivered, of course, at the top of my voice. You only need “Blow wind” for Google to direct you to King Lear Act III Scene ll.)

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