Mr Bean (Mr Richard Bean)’s script comes across like a play based on a film.
Like a play that would probably make a much better film.
The dialogue has no nuance or variety to it and the action unfolds so ploddingly that what surprises in the film (I imagine; I haven’t seen it) seems merely inevitable on the stage.
I can’t recall ever before sensing that the entire audience was always one step ahead of the playwright. Not even in Deathtrap.
I’m grumpy because I want the thriller to make a comeback and this isn’t helping.
Indeed I’m so incensed that I’m writing one sentence per paragraph like the Daily Mail online sub-editors make Quentin Letts do.
Nice set though.
Phil quite liked it.