We travelled to Sunderland’s Empire Theatre after months of anticipation
with high expectations which were more than met by this brilliant National
Theatre production, with the horses and their handlers (to call them puppets
and puppeteers would be a disservice) naturally (and I mean naturally) the
stars, but the staging was equally excellent, transforming seamlessly into a
scarily believable World War 1 battlefield with few props but terrific light
and sound, and of course those actors playing humans were faultless too; it all
provided two and a half hours of great drama - senseless tragedy of war, moments
of humour, pathos, redemption, lumps in the throat, moist eyes and a standing
ovation.
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