There is hardly any art form that enforces such proximity between practitioner and critic as the theatre. Film critics skulk into viewing rooms in the morning; literary critics flop on to sofas at home with the latest novel; art critics stalk around galleries at their leisure. It's only the theatre that forces everyone to sit in the same room, all contributing to the same event. I have great friends whom I have seen less often over the past 10 years than I have seen Michael Billington. Which is as good an argument as any for not working in the theatre. The proximity makes for passion.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
The dangerous proximity of critics and practitioners in the theatre, by Dominic Dromgoole in The Guardian.