And I must say the theatre (the New London) was packed out. No room for a pin.

I hated it from the start. I didn't like the set. I took against the silly BIG ORGAN opening indicating how King Lear was deteriorating into shaky senility. I hated Cordelia (giggling about "nothing" - it's a huge and vital emotional indication of character, for God's sake, not a silly game). I didn't like the costumes.

Then Edmund - very badly played too.

All in all a huge disappointment.

I did think McKellan's interpretation indicated Altzheimer's - an interesting and valid point of view I'd not really considered before - but this is a travesty of a version. I left early.