Last night Stuart and I went to see Fallen Angels at Menier Chocolate Factory in London's glitzy London Bridge Quarter.
It is hard to believe that this delightful romp by Noël Coward caused such a pearl clutching scandal when it premiered back in 1925. Apparently the Lord Chamberlain himself had a meltdown and tried to ban it because the very idea of two married women having had premarital sex with the same Frenchman was simply too shocking for sensitive British sensibilities. Thank goodness we have all moved on or at least we pretend we have while sipping overpriced wine in the dark. The plot is thin but delicious as we watch best friends Julia and Jane get progressively drunker while waiting for their former lover Maurice to arrive. Janie Dee and Alexandra Gilbreath are absolutely divine as the two leads and they have such chemistry you almost forget the husbands exist which is rather the point. They bicker and bond and slide down furniture with an elegance that only true stage legends can muster. It is essentially two hours of watching rich people behave badly in fabulous outfits which is frankly my favourite genre of theatre. The venue is as charming as ever even if finding the entrance always feels like an escape room challenge.
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