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Stars explained: * A production of no real merit
with failings in all areas. ** A production showing evidence of not
enough time or effort, or even talent, and which never breathes any real
life into the piece – or a show lumbered with a terrible script. *** A
good enjoyable show which might have some small flaws but has largely
achieved what it set out to do.**** An excellent show which shows a
great deal of work and stage craft with no noticeable or major
flaws.***** A four star show which has found that extra bit of magic
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Tilly Broome as Libby and Elena Serafinas as Steffy. Pictures: Alastair Barnsley I ought to be in picturesThe Highbury PlayersHighbury Theatre Centre**** SO, you are a struggling Hollywood writer
whose best words, and three wives, are behind you and, with a severe
case of writer’s block, you are finding new plots hard to come by. Not to worry though; you have a long term, steady
. . . casual relationship - Tuesday night is nookie night! – and live a
comfortable, uncomplicated and undemanding life, a paragon of the
mundane. That is until the daughter you have not seen in
the 16 years since you walked out on your family in New York, appears on
your doorstep expecting you to launch her on her fledgling acting
career. But as she has an acting CV that makes wafers
look obese and a father whose Hollywood connections rode off into the
sunset years ago and show no signs of a sequel, that is heading into
water into wine territory. That is the premise of Neil Simon’s bittersweet
1979 comedy, a father daughter reunion which provides the catalyst to
examine relationships in this complicated love triangle. Rob Phillips is Herb Tucker, man about the less
expensive parts of town, famous scriptwriter, or at least was once
famous, now living on past glories and turn downs. Highbury stalwart
Phillips gives us a man who puts up walls, a man who has been dating
Steffy in a relationship that, despite being two years old, is still
little more than a once a week one night stand. Here is a man who fears merely saying the word commitment could cause him to be struck by lightning while typing it would see his typewriter enveloped in flames. He is happy with his ambling life, with its routine of sex once a week, no pressure, no responsibilities – a man institutionalised in his comfort zone. The arrival of daughter Libby, 19, lippy, and
abrasive, shatters his cosy existence. A desire to be an actress is only
part of her
journey, she is looking for answers, which leaves poor old Herb
struggling to come to terms with his own life as he searches for
reasons. Tilly Broome is a delight as Libby, 19,
independent and yet still a little vulnerable, hiding her own thoughts
and feelings behind conversations with her six year’s dead grandmother –
a relationship which in life, and now in death, became the most
important in her life. Abandoned by Herb when she was just three, why is
she here and what does she want? Then there is Elena Serafinas as Steffy Blondell,
mother of two, full time make-up artist at Columbia Pictures and
part-time lover of Herb. After two years of a once a week horizontal
relationship she is looking for more. She doesn’t want marriage just
something more, more meaningful, more – that word again – committed.
Herb loves both of them in his own way, starting
to look out for a daughter he hardly knows, and not wanting to lose
Steffy but reluctant to show any hint of, dare we say it, commitment to
either. The cosy, easy life he has drifted into protects him from the
outside world of responsibilities and real relationships, and Libby’s
arrival has put it under threat. Simon slowly strips away the layers, exposing the people underneath with gentle humour as honesty and truth drift uncomfortably into Herb’s life of safe routine as everyone starts to look at who they are and how they arrived there. With the characters deconstructed, with that same
gentle humour Simon then puts them back together again for a
heart-warming finale. It is a lovely play about relationships, about children, about love and about people, one which will make you smile, laugh out loud at times, and leave into the winter night with a satisfyingly warm happy feeling. The American accents are acceptable and, just as
important, are consistent which means they are hardly noticed after a
few moments while Malcolm Robertshaw has created a good set aided by
Andrew Noakes effective lighting with Tony Reynold’s sound helping set
the 1970’s scene. Director Alison Cahill has added some nice
touches and generates a gentle, steady pace which keeps everything
moving along nicely. Well written, well acted and well worth seeing. To
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