| Tuesday, March 18, 2003 |
 | Last night I went to see Katy's new play being given a readthrough, and receiving some acute and useful criticism and some incredibly poor and banal, of the "So where's Godot? I feel cheated" variety.
Meanwhile, over drinks afterwards, the greatest idea ever (except for the remake of The Littlest Hobo with a gigantic silverfish who helped people through an encyclopaedic knowledge of local council services) struck me. While explaining to the lovely Karis why Pylades could not speak in the Elektra because the number of speakers on the stage at any given time was limited, with a perfect clarity I realised that I had just hit upon a winning formula:
Elektra, daughter of Agamemnon, is stricken with hatred for her mother, who now lives in luxury with her lover Aegisthus as she languishes on a farm with her good but lowly husband. Driven by revenge, she becomes a ninja, training herself in the arts of espionage and assassination, until finally her bloody assault on the palace is stopped by a mysterious, masked man. Yes, it's Theban outcast Oedipus; by a strange coincidence, the pin with which he put out his eyes was coated with a mysterious chemical that, even as it took his sight, gave him a bizarre "radar sense" and heightened senses.
OK, it's at the development stage, but I think it has legs. What do you think? Tell me.
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