By now, dear reader, you will be familiar with my connection with The Lyceum and my ceaseless stream of praise for this season’s work. But the time has come for me to lay bare my soul and confess that I did not enjoy the closing show of the season. The critics did (hugely), my fellow audience members did. But me? Nope, sorry.
On the plus side it was brilliantly acted – there can be no question of how astounding the performances were in this hugely complex and dense play.
But really, I did not like the script one bit. A shame because all the critics raved and even fawned over Michael Frayn’s writing. And if you know me well enough you’ll know that I always say “it’s all in the writing.” It’s brilliantly written – no question – but so’s The Iliad and I didn’t enjoy that either.
The ceaseless dialogue is believable, real and very intense. But, I’m sorry to say I just found it boring. (It might just be me. Maybe I don’t have the depth of intellect required to enjoy this show.) I quickly got lost in the complex and, I felt, a bit contrived plotting twists and time changes. What’s more the subject matter; nuclear physics, mathematics and the beauty of them left me cold.
And it’s long. Very.
So, sorry to close on a low, but you know you just can’t please all the people all of the time.
One very positive technical note though. I loved the lighting.