I went along with high expectations of this new play by Alan Bennett and came away rather disappointed. It struck me as more of a pleasant evening out than a particularly provocative / thought-provoking piece of writing, despite its potential. The play is set in a geriatric ward where the award-winning matron turns out to be the administrator of early terminations for patients who become incontinent. Although various sins of the Tories are mentioned, the play does not seem to take the audience anywhere new. Bed-blocking, efficiency-savings, immigrants' status are not novel and are not given any new twist.
The fact that the cast burst into song from time to time only added to my curmudgeonly attitude. Surely we were well away from the reality of the geriatric ward and suffering a ruse to create a feel-good factor and send us home happy? For me this was not worth the £65 and I was only glad I hadn't splashed out £90m on a super seat. With these prices, the WestEnd needs to deliver.
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