Christian Slater provides the glamour and credibility that the role of top salesman Ricky Roma deserves – with his accent already in the bag, it is his effortless charm that commands the most attention and is a standout performance.
Lost village girl Mary comes home to her beloved Laura after a lifetime of sin in “that devil-town London”, but finds – well – that’s the problem. This play by DC Moore, part lesbian Catherine Cookson fantasy, part undead horror slasher, via a Wicker Man of the woods and fields, isn’t actually about much at all.
Kenneth Branagh’s entire season has been built on one universal truth. From star to stage-sweeper, pack the production with the best talent and glorious things will inevitably follow. Why then, has that same formula now stumbled? I couldn’t have been more predisposed to liking this production, the cast or its director. But Branagh’s sweatily Italian and disastrously unfunny production is such a disappointment.