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"Your tears are just tears, they come from your eyes," declares the bereaved Mother in the new Ted Hughes version of Lorca's Blood Wedding. "My tears will be different. When I'm alone my tears will come from the soles of my feet. From my very roots. And they'll burn hotter than blood." You can see why it would be something of an understatement to claim that the emotions in this drama must surge up from the gut if a production of it is to work properly. In Tim Supple's staging at the Young Vic, some very good English Android Pills Green actors fail to suggest the Oxandrolone Powder China,Android Tablet 2018,Methandienone For Sale Uk powder keg of primitive feeling on which these characters are dangerously perched.

This play, about an erotic blood feud and a young bride's elopement with another man on the day of her wedding, is the most difficult of Lorca's three great rural tragedies to bring off in this thinner blooded country. The last version I saw made heavy use of flamenco dancing. But instead of Methandienone Results suffusing the drama with its dark energies, the dancing merely provided exotic interludes, rather as if the tragedy were being interrupted by tourist travelogues about Andalusia.

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