
We saw this production after it transferred from the Young Vic to the Duke of York’s.
We hated the discomfort of those West End theatres, but this was one we really wanted to see.
We didn’t see Peter Davison and Zoe Wannamaker at The Duke of Yorks, we saw Matthew Marsh and Margot Leicester instead. A fair swap, I’d say.
Below is Michael Billington’s review:
Below is Michael Coveney’s review of same:
I seem to recall we thought this play was a bit all over the place. It was very well received, but we thought it had glimpses of Miller’s greatness without being of Miller’s very best.
Still, well worth seeing, we felt. It wasn’t until Mr Peters’ Connections a few years later that we concluded that Miller’s light really had (excuse the pun) petered our.