Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Theatre review: John Ferguson
St John Ervine's play hasn't been seen in London since 1920, and it's not hard to see why. It's a flabby melodrama whose story is clumsily advanced by sinister village idiot Clutie John (David Walshe,) and Emma Faulkner's production never gains enough impetus to convince that it still has a place on stage.
John himself is a model of Christian charity whose ability to forgive, and trust to a divine plan, still astounds his wife Sarah Ferguson1 (Veronica Quilligan.) McIntyre's performance as this faith is tested has the makings of something intensely moving, if it was at the centre of stronger material. But instead this is dated, tedious stuff interspersed with bouts of histrionics; the funereal pace of the second act is hardly helped by the fact that every story beat has been telegraphed by the end of the first.
John Ferguson by St John Ervine is booking until the 14th of June at the Finborough Theatre.
Running time: 2 hours 10 minutes including interval.
1she's gone down in the world since she was Duchess of York