Piecemeal Praise

There's a new post over at the Guardian blog here in praise of theatre that seeks something other than polished perfection in relation to Improbable's Panic. I'm not totally sure that I managed to capture exactly what I had hoped about what proved quite an intangible subject matter, but hopefully it makes sense and appeals to a certain type of theatregoer. As much as I enjoyed it, watching Time and the Conways at the National last night made me realise quite how detached one can feel from a pristine beauty. Perhaps I'll jot some thoughts on that here soon.