Strange Interlude

And a strange play really. Described as an epic masterpiece of American Theatre, in part this seemed more like a soap opera - deaths of lovers, a baby whose parenthood is the big secret through the play, adultery, a history of madness in the family - all ingredients for a pot-boiler. And over 3 hours long - with some reason given it was trying to span nearly 30 years.

Having said that I did feel the first half could have done with some editing, the second being rather better because there was more humour, more grandiose sets and the plot got more involved (and not just because I had a beer at the interval). On our visit the lead was an understudy, but she played the part well-enough, of a slightly unconvincing woman who had never recovered from the death of her fiancé in the First World War. In search of happiness she tried marriage, lovers and having a baby, but never quite got the recipe to work.