Here's another question for you. What's the female equivalent of masterclass?
Caryl Churchill's play (can't we make her a Dame without going through the cretinous royals?) is a stunning, steely, biting piece. The tension between who she is and who they are, Jack and Sam, her creations. The fearless imagination. I don't know what else to say for now because it's still sinking in. Need to read it now.
But as a work of theatre, a thing to listen to and look at, it's sublime. Mesmeric. Very good work by James Macdonald in realising the text, letting it speak for itself, framing it, elucidating.
Some great rehearsal photos here, featuring Herself.
Bumped into one of my Friends In The North at the play, visiting family down South - fancy that! (Actually it's not much of a staggerer, she's a 'theatre worker'.)