Don’t see this as a review, think of it more as test to see just how hard the Whingers are.
Let us explain. At the opening night of All My Sons Charles Spencer found it “profoundly moving” and reported that “I even spotted a hardened fellow critic weeping”.
We know that he or she was not the only critic blubbing away that opening night – we bumped into another one emerging from the theatre daintily dabbing at his ducts with a Kleenex.
Perhaps Arthur Miller‘s play would work its magic and touch even the Whingers’ shrivelled hearts?
Well, we can’t exactly say we dissolved into tears when we found out they had sold out of programmes at the Apollo Theatre on Tuesday evening, but we were a little peeved. Read the rest of this entry »
