I had never been to the Royal Court before (the plush seats reminded me of sitting in my dad's '69 Pontiac Bonneville, if it had had a brown interior instead of a white one), and starting off our relationship with this play was really just setting up a standard I can only hope the Jerwood can maintain. Eddie Redmayne (as John Junior) was very good, though he had a bit of a strange American accent and seemed to be playing up the mental instability a bit. Nancy Crane, as mom, really had the plasticky-fakeness of politicians down straight. John Senior (Matthew Marsh) seemed to be trying to hard to come off as a "type" (the way he was wiggling his hand by his side just seemed like something he'd seen on TV but not managed to make seem natural for hic character)
I was referred to this by the WestEnd Whingers (really just the best theater blog out there if you're looking for hot tips for shows to see, or warnings for turkeys), and I am really grateful to them for pointing me in the very, very right direction. It helped that it was a 75 minute long show, one easy to squeeze into a weekday evening. It's been extended to November 1st, though tickets are a bit hard to get - try SeeTickets as the venue has almost no availability.
Uh .... anyway, I said I was going to quote a passage from the script on my blog, so I went and bought the script after the show so I could do that. But I'm tired now, and far more interested in just getting this post up, and saying, "Hey! It's snowing in Putney now!" Cool, eh?