Fired from his skiffle band, Francis Henshall becomes minder to Roscoe Crabbe, a small time East End hood, now in Brighton to collect £6,000 from his fiancée's dad. But Roscoe is really his...
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Tim Van Someren
America, 1947, Joe and Kate Keller are a success story. But their contented lives are about to shatter. A figure from the past forces long buried truths to the surface lying bare the price of their American dream.
Fired from his skiffle band, Francis Henshall becomes minder to Roscoe Crabbe, a small time East End hood, now in Brighton to collect £6,000 from his fiancée's dad. But Roscoe is really his sister Rachel posing as her own dead brother, who's been killed by her boyfriend Stanley Stubbers. Holed up at The Cricketers' Arms, the permanently ravenous Francis spots the chance of an extra meal ticket and takes a second job with one Stanley Stubbers, who is hiding from the police and waiting to be re-united with Rachel. To prevent discovery, Francis must keep his two guvnors apart. Simple.Written by
National Theatre Live
Some may like this; I thought it was far from amusing.
This is unquestionably the least funny "comedy" I have seen in a long time. Which is not to say that everyone will dislike it. Some of the acting was good. However, to get into this you probably have to be (a) English, preferably working class; (b) fully up on English slang; (c) thrilled by lewd jokes; d) a tad misogynistic.
I have enjoyed Goldoni's original play; I deplore what Bean has done with it. The humour, such as it is, is mostly of the lowest kind, complete with double-takes, winks and leers. The acting is correspondingly broad, making sure that everyone gets the "joke". The involvement of the audience is not itself off-putting, though I don't think it's anywhere near as amusing as some others evidently did, but it does slow the play down. I was bored and left before the end; others may enjoy this. Chaqu'un à son gout.
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