The gut-punch of the final scene may be unsubtle, like a fair proportion of the writing, but it doesn’t make it any less true or any less essential a piece of the current theatre ecology. How many other venues are regularly programming work with such interesting roles for women (
RoosevElvis just gone, the next downstairs show here
Escaped Alone stars Linda Bassett, Kika Markham, Deborah Findlay and June Watson), how many more unquestioned David-Suchet-as-Lady-Bracknell-type stunts must we suffer, how do we stop even the likes of Vicky Featherstone feeling
like this.