Punchdrunk- The Drowned Man, a hollywood fable

Events, London, Poetry, Theatre


‘I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.’- Sylvia Plath

I suffer from a severe case of FOMO generally in life. The  experience of The Drowned Man left me feeling desperate to see the little details I missed… The scenes for which I was else where, the notes in the diaries, the trinkets, the books, letters, I wanted to see it all, there wasn’t enough time! My experience must have been a paltry fraction of all the possible realities I could have been immersed in. It was a true lesson in making the most of the moment you are in, finding your own path, creating your own story. Who do you follow, do you go this way or the other, should I open this door, can you move this prop from here to there? For me it hinted at the realisation that there are no rules. In life, in art. Scary, liberating too. Finding yourself alone in the room full of wigs, or the vast space filled only with a intimatingly large table and 2 chairs…  you could have done literally anything, complete freedom and yet paradoxically the freedom initially left me feeling paralyzed with fear about what to do!

Later on I relaxed and allowed myself to not over think it, to push what I thought were the spectators boundaries and it all became very fun and quite funny! Perching behind the bar, I had the best view of some mesmerising full cast numbers, venturing ‘back stage’ I got to see a glimpse of one of actors strip down to his birthday suit and some of the actors phase out of character. Occasionally I stopped and just watched other people, what they felt was and wasn’t appropriate… a great place to people watch… where people think they aren’t being watched. Not creepy at all! I even got a little dance with one of the actors. Exhilarating when you push your own judgements of what can and can’t be done.

The actual production was masterfully crafted. The sets, props, the maze that was temple studios, the choreography. It is all in the detail, and not a detail was left unaddressed.

It is in it’s last couple of weeks, so I’d get yourself there if you can. If you want to feel your heart race, if you want to face the unknown directly in the face, if you want to push the boundaries of reality, go. I dare you.

If you don’t already have it I would keep an eye on the yplan app, that is where I got my tickets and they were cheaper than directly bought: