8th April, The Union

The audience were greeted with a surprise when we entered Club 601 on Friday –there were no seats, the play was going to be in Promenade. Obviously word had travelled of the success of the previous performance, as the foyer was full of waiting people. As we crowded into the club that we’re all so used to dancing on, the cast started singing within us – beautiful yet haunting acapella versions of modern songs. When our attention was fully focused, the play began. Most important to mention was the actor playing Faustus, who never faltered once in his deliverance of his lines, which were not only hundreds of lines long, but entirely convincing throughout. The promenade really drew the audience in, and we walked between brilliantly constructed scenes, feeling much more like extras in the performance than the audience of a play. Unfortunately the same cannot be said of the two more elderly guests, who gave up moving their chairs between the scenes, as this proved over-complicated. Nevertheless, they appeared just as much gripped by the drama as the rest of us, and were able to appreciate the speech which was so coherently projected by all involved. The comedic elements of the play, although slightly exaggerated, worked well as a pause in which the audience could gather their thoughts and emotions between other more heavy scenes which, although seemingly ambitious for a student cast, were orchestrated intelligently and very effectively. Congratulations to all involved.