Preciousness...
“I would have preferred to see our version of The Musicians,” so said Mr Jonathan Hopwood as we were discussing the West End production of Little Voice…and although I accused him of being biased I couldn’t help feeling the same…I was also feeling pretty disillusioned about watching professional theatre as the production had been nothing more than mediocre. There ensued a reasonably lengthy debate about what had gone wrong. Why hadn’t we cared about the alcoholic, struggling mother and her emotionally challenged daughter? Why hadn’t we been entertained by the story of the working class struggling to realise their dreams? Why was the only thing that we agreed was good; the set? The answer became clear during discussion, the production had lost sight of what it wanted to be and what it wanted to say and in doing so it had become a bland montage of moments…some more memorable than others…but in the end unfulfilling… and that’s a shame…especially at the price per ticket it is being sold f...