Time Marches On

Great shows

By Ralph McAllister

More and more we are attacked by quality forces demanding our time.

Forgetting books for a moment, which I cannot, in the last few weeks I have been deeply impressed by National Theatre’s Live Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, both brilliantly captured live on stage from London.

One starred Daniel Ratcliffe, the other the miraculous Imelda Staunton, and were experienced here for the price of a cinema ticket in Kapiti.

Superb gay movie

God’s Own Country a Yorkshire gay love story of staggering beauty and poignancy has been showing locally.

Some have suggested it is better than Oscar winning Moonlight and Brokeback Mountain.

Judge for yourself, if you can catch it in time.


Some great viewing in among the dross

Netflix, Lightbox and Soho offer a staggering array of rubbish but also supreme series.

Leaving the dross aside, it has still taken a great deal of time to watch the seventh year of Game of Thrones, the third year of the terrifyingly violent  drug cartel Narcos, and the prequel to Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul.

Then there is the new season of the Met Opera from New York coming soon.



(We’ll have Ralph’s latest book reviews over the weekend.)