May 4, 2011
Everything about this play - and the venue it takes place in (once Graham Greene's widow's dolls house museum) for just two days this week - is brilliant.
Rachel Blackman's physical characterisation of the fascinating, colourful characters in her car-crash tale of human fallibity is expert; her careful unfurling of their interwoven stories is beautiful. She literally weaves the close-packed audience in the 50-seater Rotunda into the action, coiling red wool about the building and gently drawing us in to eavesdrop on the lives falling apart and building back up again.
Touching, funny, clever and short (only just over an hour), the time flies as the story unrolls and the action is over almost before we're ready, leaving us wishing for more and standing around chatting excitedly about the show, congratulating the author and performer and not wanting to leave.
Fingers crossed for more top-quality shows like this in this gorgeous new Oxford theatre venue.
Rachel Blackman's physical characterisation of the fascinating, colourful characters in her car-crash tale of human fallibity is expert; her careful unfurling of their interwoven stories is beautiful. She literally weaves the close-packed audience in the 50-seater Rotunda into the action, coiling red wool about the building and gently drawing us in to eavesdrop on the lives falling apart and building back up again.
Touching, funny, clever and short (only just over an hour), the time flies as the story unrolls and the action is over almost before we're ready, leaving us wishing for more and standing around chatting excitedly about the show, congratulating the author and performer and not wanting to leave.
Fingers crossed for more top-quality shows like this in this gorgeous new Oxford theatre venue.