Rubber-legged Sean Foley is a joy to watch, with his repertoire of John Cleese-like Silly Walks. Hamish McColl makes a good foil. But their act is either the epitome - or the nadir - of British Music Hall comedy. It is what killed Variety over there and Vaudeville over here. Some routines are so bad you cannot help laughing: How can they do this stuff with straight-faces? If you want sophisticated British male comedy-duos, try Hinge & Bracket or Kit and the Widow. Still, this show is worth a visit as every performance features a "Mystery Guest." Kevin Kline, Nathan Lane and Glenn Close have done their stuff.
Our evening was made special by Roger Moore. His face was covered with glowing Robust Juvenile pancake makeup: rather like orange Play-Doh, but he has a great comic sense and obviously enjoyed the kidding. The highlight of the evening, of course, is the actual play what McColl wrote: an amazingly awful dungeon-drama of the French Revolution's Reign of Terror! Talk about Timely Topics! This mini-drama even had Dancing Skeletons! A sometime serious actor and later film-star named Kenneth Branagh directed. Whatever became of Dame Emma Thompson?
