This morning when I woke, I decided to watch BBC’s most recent production of An Inspector Calls. Having not read or seen it before, I wasn’t sure what to expect or even what the story was. Sometimes that’s the best way to go into something – both feet first and with your eyes closed. Wikipedia gives this as the synopsis for the play/film (depends which you watch I suppose but from here I shall refer to the film):
An Inspector Calls is a play written by English dramatist J. B. Priestley, first performed in 1945 in the Soviet Union and in 1946 in the UK. It is one of Priestley’s best known works for the stage and considered to be one of the classics of mid-20th century English theatre. The play’s success and reputation has been boosted in recent years by a successful revival by English director Stephen Daldry for the National Theatre in 1992, and a tour of the UK in 2011–2012.
The play is a three-act drama, which takes place on a single night in April 1912, focusing on the prosperous middle-class Birling family, who live in a comfortable home in the fictional town of Brumley, “an industrial city in the north Midlands”. The family is visited by a man calling himself Inspector Goole, who questions the family about the suicide of a young working-class woman, Eva Smith (also known as Daisy Renton). The family are interrogated and revealed to have been responsible for the young woman’s exploitation, abandonment and social ruin, effectively leading to her death. Long considered part of the repertory of classic “drawing room” theatre, the play has also been hailed as a scathing critique of the hypocrisies of Victorian/Edwardian English society and as an expression of Priestley’s Socialist political principles.
As I’m sure you’re aware, I can’t go into too much detail in case anyone feels like they want to watch it on BBC iPlayer. It was first shown on Sunday 13th September so there are only 27 days left to view it apparently. I loved it. That’s the only way to put it. The acting was brilliant, the storyline excellent and, above all, the production was superb. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed something this much since ITV aired the last ever Poirots to involve David Suchet. Supposedly aired on Sunday to prepare us for the period drama Downton Abbey’s last ever series *sobs uncontrollably*.
Some well known names from An Inspector Calls include Miranda Richardson, Ken Scott and David Thewlis. With these three being the most known and having big parts in the show, it was always going to be a success. An interesting piece of trivia (and warning this may be considered a spoiler) playwrite J. B. Priestley died before disclosing the true indentity of the Inspector.
So if this sounds like something you might be interested in, here’s the link. Let me know what you think!
I am currently sitting at my desk, listening to The Archers Omnibus, and waiting for Jason to wake up. We’re meant to be going to the fresher’s fayre this morning together however the plan was to leave 25 minutes ago… Unsure whether to wake him, wait for him, or just go off on my own. It’s quite a scary prospect – navigating the advertising teams along University Avenue and Library Hill. I am meeting my Granny today in Glasgow City Centre. She’s coming over for a while to look after my cousins while my aunt and uncle are out of town. Granny is actually travelling to Dundee but her bus has about an hour and a half of a stop over in Glasgow and so we are going to go out for dinner. This doesn’t bode well for the healthier eating plan but I suppose the box of After Eights I ate last night in bed doesn’t help either… I wouldn’t have eaten them but they were a birthday present and it’s rude to say no, right? Yes, I know… I have no self control whatsoever. Hopefully today will go better.
Have a good afternoon, whatever everyone gets up to! At least I’ve now crossed a few things off today’s to do list…
Thanks for reading!