Last night Stuart and I went to an early preview of Frank Galati's adaptation of John Steinbeck's 1939 classic The Grapes of Wrath at the Lyttelton Theatre on London's glitzy South Bank.
The on-stage car, which features heavily in the Route 66 road-trip taken by the sorry protagonists fleeing the dustbowl for a new life in California, collapsed one hour into the production's three hour running time. The show got cancelled half an hour later.
Good.
Much like the unlucky characters in Mr Steinbeck excellent novel, we had been tortured long enough.
Even the presence of Tony Award-winner Cherry Jones (yes, her of off of Succession) couldn't save it.
I felt sorry for the whole cast and indeed the production team. But it was miserable. We won't be going back for the last two hours.
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