National Theatre, Cottlesloe
An Entertainment for youth, masquerading as a production of Brecht’s extremely sophisticated fable for grown-ups. Lots of hijinks and much (planted) audience participation, to no particular end. I left at the interval, 1 1/2 hours into what looked like an excessively long evening in the theatre. I can’t recall having ever walked out of a National Theatre production before. Well, there’s a first time for everything, I suppose.