Blessings be upon the 'saintly' head of James Roose-Evans who is, apparently, a priest as well as a theatre director. He deserves a place in heaven for restoring my faith in theatre following the inept production of Arcadia about which I have been moaning and groaning on this blog for the last few days. By brilliant contrast, Mr. Roose-Evans' production of 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff is simply superb. This is theatre at its very best. You can tell that the director and his team, especially the actors, have worked together so that every move, every gesture, every bit of business, is just so natural and so right. This is a play in which two actors dominate and yet there are five others to play the small roles. Very easy for them to take it easy! But not a bit of it, they all maintained their high levels of energy and concentration. The two leads, Janie Dee and Clive Francis are absolute pros to their fingertips and their performances are terrific. Without make-up changes, Clive Francis in particular seems to age before our eyes simply by his skill in acting.
The play is, or seems to be, a very slight piece, based as it is on the real-life correspondence between Miss Hanff, a 'Noo Yawk' resident struggling to earn a living as a writer, and Frank Doel, the manager of antiquarian bookshop in the Charing Cross Road in the years following WWII. Through letters alone these two, and in the end the entire staff of the shop, build up a deep relationship. Gently but inexorably the play moves to its sad conclusion and despite its absence of histrionics it is intensely moving. Twice I was close to tears.
If this production comes anywhere near you, beg, borrow, steal or murder for a ticket!
Well, it's good to see something's finally pleased you.
Why don't you just stay home and do something constructive for a while?
Mow the lawn or something.
Posted by: Andra | Thursday, 19 February 2015 at 19:20
Oh dear me how sour can you get Andra.
Anyway you should know that mowing the lawn should be a reserved activity for an artisan.
Posted by: johyn malpas | Thursday, 19 February 2015 at 20:49
Are you calling my wife an 'artisan', Sir?
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 20 February 2015 at 12:43
I'm sure the Duff lawn is never "mowed"...much too common. Sculpted and coiffed is most likely the case.
Posted by: Whitewall | Friday, 20 February 2015 at 14:09
Nah! Hosed down once in a blue moon with a power-jet washer because long ago I had it dug up and replaced with a patio. Mind you, it was only ever the size of a postage stamp!
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 20 February 2015 at 14:40