I've seen this play twice in the past year: once in London and once in Edinburgh. It's based on a Michael Morpurgo book about a horse called Joey. Joey is raised and trained by a boy called Albert who is heartbroken when his father sells Joey to the army. Albert joins up and goes to France to try and look for Joey. Both the horse and the boy see horrible things, but eventually, miraculously, find each other again, though both are in bad shape. Unlike a lot of other Micahel Morpurgo stories, this one has a happy ending. What makes the play so special is that the horses in it are portrayed by the most incredible, complex, lifelike and beautiful puppets. They take three people to operate them, and it's so well done that you forget that you're watching puppets at all. I really enjoyed the singing in it as well. It was bittersweet and beautiful. It was interesting being able to compare the two performances too. I thought I was going to enjoy the London show a lot more than the Edinburgh one because the London theatre was so much more intimate and I was much closer to the stage, which was also bigger, but actually it travelled surprisingly well. Recommended.
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