Post by David J on Apr 2, 2022 18:44:08 GMT
This was disappointing to be honest
Maybe I’m setting a high standard to the brilliant 2012 RSC production and this is still in previews but this production feels tame.
I’d rather see Jamie Lloyds version again, which was too stylised and over the top to my liking
The main problem is most of the cast don’t work off each other. The only two that my friend that was with me felt stood out were ian Bartholomew and Geoffrey lumb as the uncle and the boxing younger brother
To be clear Mathew Horne was off with COVID so we had the understudy on with script in hand as Lenny. He did the best he could
But the others were performing in their own worlds, not working off each other. Keith Allen admittedly stood out playing Max again as a randy old codger. But beyond that he lacked brutishness or threat
The whole time it lacked tension and claustraphobia and you’re left noticing how bleak and unashamedly perverted Pinters writing can be in this play about a household full of masculine bravado.
So I may be setting a high standard with the rsc production, but really pinters writing sets a high standard that this production has a long way of meeting
Average, borderline three star production
Maybe I’m setting a high standard to the brilliant 2012 RSC production and this is still in previews but this production feels tame.
I’d rather see Jamie Lloyds version again, which was too stylised and over the top to my liking
The main problem is most of the cast don’t work off each other. The only two that my friend that was with me felt stood out were ian Bartholomew and Geoffrey lumb as the uncle and the boxing younger brother
To be clear Mathew Horne was off with COVID so we had the understudy on with script in hand as Lenny. He did the best he could
But the others were performing in their own worlds, not working off each other. Keith Allen admittedly stood out playing Max again as a randy old codger. But beyond that he lacked brutishness or threat
The whole time it lacked tension and claustraphobia and you’re left noticing how bleak and unashamedly perverted Pinters writing can be in this play about a household full of masculine bravado.
So I may be setting a high standard with the rsc production, but really pinters writing sets a high standard that this production has a long way of meeting
Average, borderline three star production
