You end up wishing that this train would keep on rolling down the track...
Production wise this fails to hit the mark. On paper Tim Goodchild's set design may have looked decedent and effective, but in reality it was clunky and overreaching. Revolves seem to be in vogue amongst plays at the moment, but whilst 'A Doll's House' at the Duke of York's showed exactly how effective they could be, here it was dizzying and unnecessary. Tension and anticipation failed to be created, in part due to the cumbersome scene changes, themepark-esque soundtrack and constant flapping of curtains indicating another scene being set up behind the action
On the whole this was a painfully acted production that failed to graduate above a whisper, with uneven performances from each of the leads. Laurence Fox is miscast as leading man 'Guy' , the central protagonist with whom Jack Huston's Bruno becomes obsessed. His stage presence is awkward, and American accent practically non existent as he fails to find rhythm in any of the text. He sleepwalks through the part, barely rising above an audible whisper that literally failed to keep me awake (the first time I've ever managed to fall asleep sitting upright, and that includes frequent long haul flights...).
Imogen Stubbs plays Elsie in a constant state of hyperactivity, failing to keep the emotional tension behind Bruno's character together. You end up wishing Guy had been forced into a double homicide rather than just being blackmailed into bumping off her husband. Myanna Buring proved to be the highlight with a quirky southern drawl, but unfortunately she became an early victim of Bruno's murder plan, and it was back to the dressing room with her.
The writing is clunky and uneven, with a much longer second act to first, making for a long and tedious conclusion. Audible laughs echoed around the auditorium at the dénouement, proving at least that some of the audience were still engaged. Many in the half empty dress circle took their cue to leave at the interval, with the couple next to me actively removing their infra-red sound headsets in a united act of defiance that signalled they too had had quite enough.