Noel Coward’s masterpiece is given an outing by the Phoenix Players this week in a hugely ambitious, albeit not always successful performance.
The script is an oddity; we have a play with intrusive, unnecessary, musical interludes and the occasional appearance of a bizarre pseudo-Greek chorus.
Director Ben Tanner has been creative in giving what is almost a promenade performance – the audience starting downstairs in a cinema before moving upstairs to watch the bulk of the show.
That creativity at times becomes problematic.
With no raked seating, most of the audience is treated to what is, effectively, a radio performance. I for one could see next to nothing of the action.
This is a shame when you have performers such as the glorious Irene Skelton (Myrtle) giving their all.
A shot of energy through the cast wouldn’t go amiss, but the piece is well intentioned and the enthusiastic ensemble work well.