Wednesday, 6th December 2024
If I hadn’t seen Dame Harriet in this, I’d have felt like I was missing out. Now I know I wouldn’t have been.
The set was a bizarre (seemingly) meaningless monotone pale green. The rifle, the only thing not green, was so obvious a signpost that it failed entirely to build any tension or curiosity as to the inevitable ending. HW’s accent was strangely inconsistent though her delivery was otherwise compelling while everyone around her simply projected their lines into the audience as though the National has no sound system. Tedious in the extreme.
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