David Eldridge plays are like buses – you wait ages then two come along at more or less the same time – this was two David Eldridges in a row for us.
I think this was the first production we ever saw at the Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, quite early in the era of Ed Hall using that downstairs space for experimental works.
It was the evening of Good Friday; an unusual night for a theatre visit.
No formal reviews down there of course, but a few informal ones and other resources through the search term linked here…
…e.g. There Ought To Be Clowns Blogspot – click here.
I remember we thought this was a very good production and made a mental note to seek out subsequently the Hampstead Downstairs, which, by jingo, we have done.
This play was part of a double bill of plays about climate change known together as The Contingency Plan.
We only fancied the first part; On The Beach.
The Bush was still above the pub on Shepherd’s Bush Green in those days.
It was well acted and produced, but we both found the first play a bit long, ponderous and not entirely plausible. We didn’t seek to book nor did we regret not having booked the second part.
On the whole the double-bill was reviewed jointly, so our take is only partial:
This was a very interesting and entertaining piece of verbatim theatre. Robin Soans is good at this stuff; we’d seen Talking To Terrorists at The Royal Court. It was probably this sole factor which encouraged us to book the play.
We were pretty much out of love with the Hampstead Theatre at this time; during the Anthony Clark era. Clark himself directed this one and did a decent job of it.
It was deservedly pretty well received on the whole by the critics: