Michael Morpurgo’s book Private Peaceful is one of his grimmest books for children. You don’t get much bleaker than a young soldier in World War One reflecting on his short life as he waits for military justice to be carried out. It has now been made into a film, and I took my children to the preview at the weekend.
The British are colonizing New York all over again – with branches of Prêt à manger, and with theatrical productions. Warhorse has cantered off with six Tony awards, the fanboys flock to see Mark Rylance in Jerusalem, and now the RSC have an unprecedented six-week residency in Manhattan. But how is the Brit shtick really going down in the stalls? Do the Americans really, like, get where we’re coming from?
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