We went to the revival of Blithe Spirit earlier this month. It was my mum's significant birthday, so I bought tickets and we went together. It was jolly good, especially but not exclusively Angela Lansbury. The play was reviewed this evening on Saturday Review; I'm not sure everyone liked it as much as Mum and I did.
Of course it's massively misogynistic, it was written by a very waspish gay man, what were you expecting? A feminist tract? Of course it's a bit dated, it was dated when it was written in wartime, rationing Britain; of course it's a bit old fashioned, it's 75 years old. It was played entirely seriously and everyone had spot on timing; we loved it.
No one mentioned Ruth's clothes, though, which was a shame.
This photo is from the official set photos, I've not suddenly transformed into a marvellous photographer. The grey frock is rather wonderful isn't it? She wore an absolutely TERRIFIC red frock later on, simply gorgeous, but I can't find a picture, annoyingly enough.
Anyway, if you can get a ticket, go. It is fabulous.
March Madness, 22/31