To the theatre with friends, tonight, to see Stoppard’s The Real Thing. Interesting musings on knowledge and fidelity, but not his funniest play, although it had its moments, and Tom Conti is entertaining.
There are plays within the play, and Stoppard sometimes chooses to make us guess whether a scene is supposed to be real. My friends managed, through the interval and after the show, to demonstrate the similarity between their relationship and those on stage nicely to blur for me the distinction between fiction and reality. Walking home, their performance allowed me to forget I had left the theatre.