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Another production that manages to bypass expected outlets like
the Royal Court or National Theatre, coming straight to the West End to provide
something fresh in the commercial sector.
A blocked writer becomes seriously tied up - literally - when a
fan comes to call. Anna Maxwell Martin half-jokes her way through tormenting
Eileen Atkins as this new play unfolds. Not really a comedy or farce, yet with
the stage appeal of both, we get a swift reminder that those who commentate on
the human condition may not be the best qualified to do so.
Maybe the taxi-driver is tacked on to provide contrast a little
to obviously, and perhaps there is more space for argument than is actually
produced. Still, a real change and a treat for London. Go see... unless your
name is Greer...
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