Quick note about how I didn't make it past the interval of Mrs Affleck at the National last night.  Extremely well-acted but turgid beyond belief.  It's based on Ibsen's Little Eyolf, but transplanted in a way that doesn't make moment-by-moment sense.  There's an invasion by a leather-jacketed mod that goes on for ages and isn't remotely plausible, even if we're meant to take it symbolically.

Also, it's set in someone's back kitchen, but there was a special 25-minute interval for a huge set change, which seemed (before I fled) to be little more than mirrors for the seashore.  If they can remodel the underworld in His Dark Materials in 15 minutes, you have to think a kitchen would be less of a challenge.

Instead, go see The Wrestler with Mickey Rourke.  A bit by-the-numbers plotwise, but Darren Aronofsky's a genius, and Mickey Rourke and Marisa Tomei are spectacularly touching.  Good stuff.