This week on Twitter I was accused of having a 'love in' with the National Theatre but isn't that the nature of theatre and the arts generally, not everything is going to please everyone? I just happen to have had a run of plays at the National that I have liked when not many others have.
The play that prompted the comment was Damned By Despair which is still in preview at the Olivier.
OK so the set isn't initially inspiring and looked like something that had been dragged out of storage from an old Flash Gordon film but it wasn't distracting and the production has its grand moments later on. Indeed it is another play where, if you duck out at the interval you miss most of the best bits - Lyn Gardner posed the question this week whether it is OK to walk out of a play.
The fact that I got to the interval thinking the first half had flown by means I must have been getting something out of it. I certainly wasn't bored.
I've never before seen Tirso de Molina's 17th Century play about faith and fate, forgiveness and damnation - a dark and dense subject matter and not something that wouldn't normally appeal.
So maybe it is Frank McGuinness's updating of the language, giving the actors a humour and lightness to work with and allowing for colourful characterisation that made this entertaining? Turning to see the source of the beautiful voice singing behind me to find Harry Potter standing there also helped. (OK so it wasn't Harry Potter but it was a boy of Philosopher's Stone age who happened to be wearing round spectacles and a cloak - he was a shepherd in the play not just a random singing, Harry Potter-look alike.)