One of the first shows in my diary to get cancelled because of lockdown was the latest revival of Noël Coward's Blithe Spirit, but as with so many things the BBC comes to the rescue, with a 2008 radio adaptation by Bert Coules returning to the BBC Sounds app. Roger Allam plays Charles, the novelist who hires a local medium in order to copy her language and mannerisms for a fraud in his upcoming book; but Madame Arcati turns out to be the real thing, and after playing her favourite song in the room where she died, his first wife Elvira's (Zoë Waites) ghost materialises. Unfortunately for Charles, only he can see her, which causes much confusion with his second wife Ruth (Hermione Gulliford,) and soon a rivalry causes chaos in the house between the two wives, one of whom is dead, and possibly turning homicidal.
Writing down what I think about theatre I've seen in That London, whether I've been asked to or not.
Showing posts with label Zoë Waites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zoë Waites. Show all posts
Saturday, 9 May 2020
Saturday, 22 December 2018
Theatre review: The Double Dealer
The Orange Tree tends to be quite traditional about having something light and frothy for Christmas, and this year it's Restoration comedy that's on the menu. It's a genre that earlier this year was proven to need fairly broad strokes to make it work, and fortunately Selina Cadell has experience directing these kinds of plays. Whether the efforts of Cadell and her cast are actually enough to make William Congreve's The Double Dealer look like a neglected classic is another story altogether. Mellefont (Lloyd Everitt) is engaged to Cynthia (Zoë Waites) but their upcoming marriage may be derailed if his aunt has her way: Lady Touchwood (also Waites) is angry at him for rejecting her own advances, and wants to sabotage the union, getting her hands on Mellefont's inheritance in the process.
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Theatre review: Home Chat
I'm on the record as not being as convinced of Noël Coward's enduring genius as so
many people seem to be, but that doesn't mean I haven't had some decent evenings at
his plays - even, as it turns out, at one so little-regarded that it hasn't been
seen on a London stage since its premiere in 1927. Home Chat is a light
comedy about a lucky escape with an unexpected downside, and one surprisingly
sympathetic to a woman with a mind of her own (there is the usual suggestion
that women need a slap now and then to keep them in line because it's still Noël
Coward and he's awful that way, but at least it's not done as a gag.) Martin Parr's
production opens dramatically (thanks to lighting by Christopher Nairne and sound
design by Pete Malkin) with a fatal train crash in France. One sleeper carriage is
particularly wrecked, so much so that the miraculous escape of two English
passengers makes the papers. But as Janet Ebony (Zoë Waites) was sharing the
compartment with Peter (Richard Dempsey,) her friend since childhood but definitely
not her husband, tongues quickly start to wag back home.
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