I wasn’t properly familiar with August Stringberg’s classic of naturalistic theatre, Miss Julie, until reading it in preparation for Icarus Theatre’s production of Julie, Polly Stenham’s contemporary adaptation and… I had thoughts. No disrespect to Strindberg, it was a different time, I know, but it didn’t strike me as especially “real” or “natural.” It’s a tragedy about class, but y’all… it read to me as quite absurd melodrama and I absolutely hated the ending. Be warned, I am going to spoil that detail, but the original is well over a hundred years old at this point, so I don’t feel too badly. Continue Reading

