Cast:Eleanor is a chorister whose marriage disintegrates when her husband James embarks on an affair with someone she had considered as a friend and confidante. James, a leading restorer of paintings, agrees to a clandestine meeting with the couple's sultry young friend Kate, the widow of a former colleague. An affluent photographer, Kate ostensibly needs James' professional input for a book she plans to write; but her real motive for meeting Eleanor's husband is to convince him to take her as his lover.James needs little convincing, and slowly the lies mount up. The revelation that her husband of twenty-five years is being unfaithful comes as a tremendous shock to Eleanor, who feels compelled to reveal secrets of her own. With the marriage at crisis point, both she and James develop alter-egos who give voice to the troubled spouses' innermost thoughts.
James ... Owen Teale
Eleanor's alter-ego ... Samantha Bond
James' alter-ego ... Oliver Cotton
Kate ... Annabel Scholey
Agnes ... Sian Thomas
Producer: Tali Pelman
Set Designer: Hildegard Bechtler
Lighting Designer: Mark Henderson
Sound Designer: Fergus O'Hare
Costume Designer: Laura Hopkins
With apologies for the delayed posting - Passion Play will have already closed by the time you read this. Things have been a little hairy on the domestic front at RTR Towers (to say nothing of the slightly gammy leg still which is driving me up the wall). In fact, I did wonder whether we would ever make it home after the performance, seeing as how some bright spark at Westminster Council had given permission for the EDL to march through central London on the same day as Gay Pride. Now there's a riot in potentia. Still, at least things have not been so hairy as they were for Eleanor and James, the main characters in this play.
It wasn't selling well, and its easy to see why. This was not a pleasant evening out at the theatre. I found it quite distressing at times, and I wonder about the psychological effect it would have on an actor to be playing it 8 times a week. I wouldn't have recommended going to see this to anyone who was in any way depressed - and certainly not to anyone struggling with the effects of marital infidelity. In fact, I was chatting away to the woman in the seat next to me who was on her own and obviously desperate for someone to talk to during the interval and we both agreed that, amusing though aspects of the play were, both of us would probably go home and slit our wrists with a razor blade if it got any darker.
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