The Wind Of Heaven at the Finborough Theatre is spot on, with the principal characters living within the skin of their respective roles.
Written by Paul Westwood and directed by Clemmie Reynolds, Skin In The Game is a family drama with a difference.
This is a substantial, gently-moving play – 2 hrs 45 minutes – but in its meditation on life, attrition, middle-aged disappointment, family entanglements and memory it is as engrossing as Chekhov can be. But it is set nearer in time – 1953 – and closer to home: NC Hunter was a West End monarch in the age of Rattigan
This is an interesting and intriguing piece. The set of a Tokyo hotel bar in 1969 gives an air of sophistication, steeply raked the audience clearly see the cast on stage.
Over the past quarter century the reputation of toff playwright Terence Rattigan has been restored, mainly by strong stagings of his classic dramas, such as Deep Blue Sea. But his first smash hit, French Without Tears, has been the unicorn of his output — often talked about, often mentioned, often remembered, but never actually seen. Now Paul Miller, the ever-enterprising artistic director of the Orange Tree, has brought this unicorn into public view, allowing audiences to enjoy a joyful sighting of a rare beast.