Mojo

In the Harold Pinter theatre.

Toria and I ordered the tickets on October the 13th - a whole three months ago. That's kinda strange to think about. But anyway, Mojo is a show staring the amazing Colin Morgan and Rupert Grint, plus some other guys (Daniel Mays, Ben Whishaw, Brendan Coyle, and Tom Rhys Harries). The story takes place in the end of 1950, a time described in the program thusly: 

"The characters in Mojo may be fictional, but the world from which they spring is still just about visible in the rear view mirror of time: a world of musty Locarnos in bombed out suburbs where silence gave way to a succession of brand-new sounds: the thrilling alien noise that an electric pick-up made when attached to a guitar".

Mojo was originally a film, in which Harold Pinter himself starred, so I guess it's only fitting the play was put on in the his namesake theatre. Opened on the 5th of October 1881, it has quite the history. Arthur Miller and his wife Marilyn Monroe saw the world premiere of A View From a Bridge there for instance, in that very theatre I set my feet. That is quite the humbling, yet accelerating, thought. Also, according to the program, they have an original program from the war period on display outside the Dress Circle which has actual air raid instructions printed on the back. Though I didn't read this until we had left the theatre, so I didn't get to see it. Mainly because we left in a hurry, you must understand, weaving our way to the stage door through tons of fellow audience members. 

 

We stood in the English winter cold for a whole, long fifteen minutes with other hopeful people, fully determined to see Colin Morgan in the flesh. This, only to finally realize and acknowledge the fact the stars had sneakily left via some other exit long before. Kind of really seriously disappointed over this, but my hope of one day meeting Colin Morgan (and Rupert Grint) face to face is still standing strong.

So, til next time.