To Blog or Not to Blog…
Just in from the first dress rehearsal of Harvey and happy to report it’s looking good. There’s a little finishing off to do on the set, but I’m certain that’ll all be done ready for the show’s opening on Saturday. Well done to cast and crew. If you haven’t booked your tickets yet do so now! You can book online any time of day.
You can now find out all about our production of Harvey, as well as details of our special 2-for-1 ticket offer, by viewing our new interactive brochure here.
A link to this ebrochure will soon be sent to our contacts, and is a new type of email marketing we’re trying out for the first time. Please let us know what you think and if you’d like to see this approach repeated.
Keep an eye on the main Crescent Theatre website for forthcoming details of a special Harvey 2-for-1 ticket offer which will allow you to bring your own best friend to the show for free…!
[Update 24.11.2008] It’s now official - you can bring your best buddy along for free on Thursday December 11th. For more, check out the website here.
As a tribute to the fondly remembered film, the next batch of publicity photos for our production of Harvey will have a movie theme to them. Here’s a small taste (trailer?) of things to come…
My name is Elwood P. Dowd. I live with my sister, Mrs Veta Simmons and my lovely little niece, Miss Myrtle Mae Simmons at 343 Temple Drive, somewhere on the west coast of America. I spend a lot of time in the bars and taverns of the town with my best friend Harvey.
Harvey is a six foot one-and-a-half inch white rabbit. He is also a pooka. Harvey tells me that a pooka is a spirit that takes on animal form, and a lot of them turn up in Celtic mythology. In fact, there may be one sitting next to you right now, and I understand that it might be a pooka that shows up from time to time to Donnie Darko.
Harvey thinks the world of me. And if Harvey takes a liking to someone, he expresses himself most definitely. But if he’s not particularly interested, he’ll sit – like an empty chair, or an empty space on the floor. Now, Harvey is very fond of my sister Veta. That’s because he’s fond of me – and my sister and I come from the same family. But Veta is not very fond of Harvey. Don’t you think that’s rather too bad?
Harvey and I go to the bars, have a drink or two, and play the jukebox. Soon, the faces of the other people turn to me and they smile. They’re saying “we don’t know your name, but you’re alright.” Harvey and I warm ourselves in these golden moments. We came as strangers, soon we have friends. We have lots of friends in the town and take great delight in inviting them back to my house for dinner. Veta doesn’t always seem too pleased, but I always point out to her that you can’t have too many friends.
The story of me and my pal Harvey was written by a very dear lady called Mary Chase and first staged at the 48th Street Theater, Broadway, where it ran for 1,775 performances. The nice people on the Pulitzer board awarded it the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1945.
Our story is full of fun and laughter, and there is an hilarious comedy of errors in the middle of the play (although my sister Veta didn’t seem to find it very funny). But there’s a little more to the story than fun, and I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether I’m as mad as some people seem to think, whether my real friend is the bottle, or whether I’ve found the secret to having a happy, contented life.
Oh, and if you see Harvey and me leaning up against the bar at the Crescent Theatre, be sure to come and join us. We’d be happy to see you.
My regards to you, and anyone else you happen to run into,
Elwood P. Dowd
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