‘So rare, these days, to meet someone to whom one can actually talk,’ Jack tells his friend Harry as they chat in a courtyard. ‘One meets people. But very little communication actually takes place.’
The implication is that their dialogue by contrast is full of meaning and feeling. But you soon realise their exchanges consist of poetic non sequiturs that are almost entirely lacking in sense. The more they talk about their wives and the careers they would have liked to pursue, the more you become convinced they are actually delusional inmates in some large care home.
Things begin on a reserved note in Amelia Sears’s handsomely acted revival. The gentle banter between Harry (Jack Shepherd) and Jack (Paul Copley) occasionally dips into schoolboy naughtiness but no more. The arrival of two women, Kathleen (Linda Broughton) and Marjorie (Tessa Peake-Jones), brings an edge of coarseness to the proceedings. The incursions…
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