Without too much elaboration, those shows that got under my impressionable mid-teen skin and made me seek out more theatre were Branagh's Ivanov (my first Chekhov, and I've studied Chekhov since in depth so that is, in that way, really influential) and Complicite's Endgame (and meeting Mark Rylance and telling him so (and his genuinely happy and conversational responses) was one of the best nights of my life). Whether my theatrical inexperience or not played a part (and I suppose it probably did) I don't care, they were extraordinary theatre. But I've had six months of living with this from the Young Vic, and now a day living with this from Duke of York's, and this is, for me, it.
I have to agree....Ivanov was brilliant, even from the £10 high in the sky seats, and Endgame was splendid and perfectly suited to the small cramped black surroundings of the Duchess Theatre. Both have also stayed with me since and are still showing on my theatre board (I have a huge board covered in flyers and every time I add one (if it is good enough to qualify for the honour) I now cover up a previous play. But Branagh and Rylance in his wheelchair are still visible!)
Othello at the Donmar got me started on the long theatre road! Hence the name "latecomer" as was well into 40s seeing my first play! My theatre friends will testify that I am never actually late to arrive at the theatre!