Five moments from the Dream:
1. When the mechanicals crank up their light-tower so they can rehearse. The lamps throb and Snout puts out witches' hats. We get the image of industrial machinery in the midst of derelict aristocracy. The light quality is warm but pathetic in a way. The artisans are like children, playing in the decayed shell of what was once their parents' glory.
2. The word 'persever'. Without the modern leering end it contains 'sever' and sounds like an act of violence.
3. The way Buswell's light evoke a universe beyond the stage. Moonlight, a distant sunset, a city, headlights...
4. Dirt. When wet it makes the lovers look like they've been crawling through a sewer. For some reason the coprophagia in Salo came to mind...
5. The music that is played as the Athenian aristocats await Hippolyta's entrance at the top of the play. A throbbing, mournful backing-track to their ennui. It lulls the watcher into a dream state, into a hallucination, as if the whole circus of folly and absurdity that is about to follow is some weird trip a few louche decadents entertain before they're gunned down by someone with a bit more backbone...
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