How lovely to see a brand new modern play at the Globe. This contemporary play uses classical traditions ike the Gods descending to earth to paint a picture of our obsessions with celebrity, hypocrisy and treatment of the homeless with vibrancy, colour and laughter.
Ska band King Porter Stomp got all the groundlings dancing, showing once again that if you go to The Globe and can stand up for a couple of hours, the yard tickts are the best in the house.
Massive characters like Natty (a loud Mouthed Kerry Katona-esque celeb played by a brilliant Emma Pierson)and her pretentious 'artist' Pete Doherty-like lover Baz are essential for a grand outdoor setting. These almost panto caracatures wre offset by a punchy script that mingled poetry with modern London dialect.
I'm suprised to read some very negative reactions to The God of Soho online, accusing it of hating its characters and being purile and gratuitous. I really didn't get those things from this play at all. However I have noticed those commenters frquently end with a grumble about paying £30 to see it. This play was not for the traditional Shakespeare audience paying to sit at the Globe. You made an error during the seat booking process. You neded to be standing amongst the carnival dancers in the yard, people! Then like me you would have come away thinking 'Blimey £5 for that amount of brilliant entertainment, what an absolute bargain.'
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