Monday, 7 June 2010
The weather has been a bit strange lately so it was a lovely surprise to have a nice evening for the outdoor production of Electric Hotel put on by Sadlers Wells. I keep saying it was David Lynch-esque to everyone who would care to listen, and I stand by it. Film noir-ish plot devices, filthy hotel rooms, unexplained screams and impromptu mass dance routines kept us all enthralled, sat in our seats with headphones on to hear all the action going on inside a convincingly old-looking but in fact purpose built hotel building. The setting of the whole piece - one of the last few un-re-developed areas of kings cross, behind a disused gas tower - helped suspend our disbelief that perfect extra bit.