Bad Theatre

The blog has been fairly silent over the last week.  This is largely because G and I haven't been home much.  That implies we've been doing exciting things.  We haven't.  With the exception of a lovely dinner party with friends, we've been seeing bad and depressing theatre.  First off was the Caretaker. Even Jonathan Pryce's excellent acting couldn't save Pinter's play from being a snooze-fest.  The only entertainment came when G's seat broke, and a theatre employee engaged in a Fawlty Towers-esque rearranging of all of the theatre goers so that everyone had a seat. 

Last night we saw Serenading Louie at the Donmar.  I highly recommend you avoid seeing the latter.  In fact, it probably ranks as one of the worst plays I have seen in London.  A quick read of the reviews this morning shows the critics are in agreement, with the Guardian giving it two stars out of five.  The Independent and the Times were slightly more positive (three stars out of five) while the Telegraph struggled to find anything good to say about the play.

I have just invested most of my worldly fortune in seats in each of the plays showing in the Summer and Winter seasons at the Donmar (usually a reliable bastion of good theatre).  Therefore, I sincerely hope that Serenading Louie isn't a taste of what's to come.