This was a hot ticket for a play by Polly
Stenham. You walk into an incredibly cluttered set of the chaotic accommodation
of an upper(ish) class bohemian who spends the first third of the play helping
his demented mother die. The remaining two thirds is filled with him coming to
terms or not with the fact that before her death his mother sold the house to
developers. The acting was great and the overall performance was engaging but
I’m afraid that looking back I wasn’t left with a great sense of what it was
all about or that it was really such a ‘must see’ event.
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