Monday 23 March 2009

Review - The Murder Game, the King's Head



"It's local" I said.

"It's a cheap ticket" I said

"It's got Michael Praed in it. You know Michael Praed...Robin of Sherwood, Prince Michael of Moldavia? .....the narrator of Timewatch : Aces Falling!"

Got him.

So the Silver-Fox and I slipped into the Sunday matinee of The Murder Game at The King's Head, looking forward to an undemanding couple of hours of " screwball comedy set in the cut-throat world of the New Orleans legal system."

Dear Reader, I know my screwball comedy, from "It Happened One Night", through "The Lady Eve" to "Arsenic and Old Lace" ; the double takes of Cary Grant, the rapid -fire dialogue of Ros Russell, the blonde perfection of Carole Lombard. And this is no screwball comedy.

This is a giant turkey.


It wants to be "The Philadelphia Story"with guns, Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn sparring back in to love while being effortlessly elegant and desirable and incredibly funny.

But it comes across as an embarrassing seventies sitcom with Patrick Clancy giving a nauseatingly dated stereotype of a peformance as the gay (maybe too evolved a word) PA to Josefina Gabrielle's fast talking but hardly wise-cracking New Orlean's judge. Ben Jones as the Brazilian love interest seems to have escaped from TV's least proud moment "Mind Your Language", while the Kojak look-a-like gangster turned effete luvvie of Matt Healy ........well, I can't go on, which is something I wished he had said in rehearsal.
As to the voice of Timewatch, Mr Praed was perhaps the least objectionable and certainly the easiest on the eye element of the piece. He knows how to wear a suit, has a boyish twinkle in his eye, and employs the loveliest hair since Doctor McDreamy .

The author of this " how did my agent talk me into it?" is an attorney, a political consultant and presumably a Republican, having thanked Newt Gingrich for his support in the progamme.His name is James Farwell, and would you believe it....this is his first play. One doesn't want to stamp on an emerging artist but judging from his picture he's old enough to know better.

The Silver-Fox and I made it to the end but only because, as my beloved said at the interval "It's so stupid it's impossible not to see if it get's any worse". It did.

We crawled home trying to come up with analogies for the sound of jokes falling so flat you could iron your shirt on them.

The worst GOP decision since Sarah Palin.








3 comments:

  1. Loved the words

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  2. Sounds like it's beyond a turkey. An ostrich perhaps?

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  3. A friend and I were in this pub after work about a week ago - I stalked Michael Praed round the bar during his post-show drink. He hasn't aged well since Riders.

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