I really enjoyed Kim Cattrall in Private Lives, but this was a disappointment, although she was the best actor on stage as far as I could see last night. Unfortunately the chemistry between her and the beach boy she has picked up is lacking. She doesn’t really look completely spent and fading  (and what is that ridiculous wig she is wearing about?) and the whole play is more farce than tragedy. But it is not funny enough even to pull that off.

It is hard to feel anything for any of them, including  disgust for the white supremacist who just seems to shout rather than embody evil,, or pity for the ghost like Heavenly his daughter who just wanders about looking lost.  Somehow this play never ignites despite having numerous potential threads to pull at our heartstings. Two stars.

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