Rather unsurprisingly, one of the first things that I was asked when I get into work today, was whether or not I had read the script for ‘Shitayamannenncho-Monogatari’. Thankfully this was one of the rare opportunities where I was able to use the ambiguity of the Japanese language to my advantage, saying that I had indeed started to read it, whilst neglecting to mention the fact that I was only two pages in. Thankfully the director himself told me that it is a very complicated plot, and he doesn’t expect me to understand the vast majority of it, demonstrating the type of tempered expectations that I feel capable of achieving.
I had instructions to report to the reception of the theatre before six o’clock, and at the third attempt I finally got the right desk. As usual with these situations I had completely misunderstood what the score was, and so I was somewhat taken aback when I was presented with a backstage pass and told to wait in the lobby. Eventually someone came and found me, and I was escorted backstage, where I chatted with the crew and directors, before taking my seat in the lighting box! There then followed 3 1/2 hours of mesmerising, yet utterly incomprehensible theatre, which featured a lot of men in drag. I have absolutely no idea what it was on about, but it was definitely an experience.