Gaslight is one of my favourite plays, I have both versions of the film and have seen it on stage at the Old Vic. I would love to be able to go back in time and see Vincent Price in the roll of Mr Manningham when it was staged in the US in the 40s.
I must say tonight I was ready for an amateur (in the worst sense of the word) version tonight, however...
Nice little theatre, in the round, front row seats. Could of reached out and touched the actors, but I didn't (not after that incident with Vanessa Redgrave).
Rather a good production I thought. Although I did feel like one Her Majesty's Government accent inspectors. But I soon forgot about the odd Texan twang here and there and was transported to a house in late Victorian London where a game was certainly a foot.
Rather impressed with the cast... Especially Amy Knoles as Mrs Manningham. I like to see actors listen when other characters are speaking and be attentive.
The audience were a little strange. Never heard so much chatting during a performance, I heard less chatter at my friend's son's 8th birthday party during the story teller's performance. But there did seem to be a few befuddled old ladies so they probably thought they were on the sofa at home watching TV. One old lady next to me was so distressed by the verbal abuse Mrs Manningham was receiving, she had to leave with a frightened explanation to her companion that she couldn't watch any more. She had been getting more and more agitated as the action progressed. I think she was just showing off how nice she thought she was by pretending to be shocked. I wanted to seek out this easily frightened lady in the lobby after the performance and recommended she go and see The Duchess of Malfi next time.