Friday, November 18, 2016
Last night Stuart and I went to see Nice Fish at the Harold Pinter Theatre in London's glitzy West End.
Mark Rylance stars in and wrote it. And if ever there was an example of a piece of work where you should not let the star write his own material this was it.
Like some over-long end of year drama school improv night it was self-indulgent, boring, stupid with few laughs.
Mark Rylance is undoubtedly a great actor. And he acts well in this. It's just that it's rubbish.
His co-actor Jim Lichtscheidl struggles with the material almost as hard as the front two rows who couldn't even see what was going on on the elevated stage. They din't miss much.