Last
night Stuart and I went to see Oscar Wilde's A Woman of No Importance at the
Vaudeville Theatre in London's glitzy West End.
And
for a 125 year-old play, it was pretty damned funny. Admittedly, the plot is perhaps
fairly thin but the plot is not really the point of this particular play. Ostensibly,
about marriage, the battle of the sexes, and the upper classes Wilde simply
uses the play as a vehicle to place an avalanche of witty and urbane words and
phrases in the mouths of his badly behaved English toffs at a country
retreat.
His
characters talk down to those less experienced than themselves and it is very
funny. Self-aware daft snobbery can be hilarious and even more so when spoken
by such a high calibre cast as performed it last night. Anne Reid, Eve Best
& Eleanor Bron were on top form.
Puncturing
all the English pomposity was the young American puritan woman though whose
heartfelt speech on the inequality of class grounded the evening for us
all.
Top
notch.
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