If all plays were filmed to this quality and sent out to cinemas, I don't think I'd ever see a live production again! The tickets cost a fraction of what you normally pay for the privilege of being squashed in an overheated auditorium peering round the head of the woman in front with a bouffant hairdo. There was some slight middle-class braying behind me, but not as much as you'd get in a west-end theatre. It all added to the atmosphere.
I'd initially spotted it on the Cineworld website, and it made sense that it was to be shown in Stevenage. Give people who couldn't make it to London a chance. But for me it was easy enough, as the train only takes half an hour from Kings Cross and my Freedom Pass makes the journey cheaper. 'Don't bother to book', I said to a friend, which was foolish because it was almost immediately sold out. What luck to find after all that I could see it in Hackney. I took a bus from London Bridge
In the armchair comfort of Hackney PictureHouse I was one of a 700-cinemas audience in 22 countries. Or so I was told by a presenter who appeared in a short film before the start, that included an interview with the costume designer. This and an interview with director in the interval were bonuses you don't get in the theatre. It was, to quote Mr Hardcastle, a 'Liberty Hall' experience, and one I hope to repeat.