★★★

“inventive, stylised and almost cinematic”

Imagine if you could live your life like a movie set, and you were the director. If things weren’t going quite the way you wanted, you could call “Cut!” and re-run the scene with the desired outcome. Tom Ripley has gained this advantageous gift in Mark Leipacher’s touring adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s “The Talented Mr Ripley”. It is a neat theatrical device applied to a character who lives, not just on his wits, but by the skin of his teeth. Unfortunately, though, it does chip away at the sympathy we are supposed to feel for this con artist and serial killer. The perverse beauty of Highsmith’s creation is that it is near impossible not to root for Tom Ripley, despite his psychotic tendencies. The emotional engagement is dampened which, in turn, undermines the suspense.

That said, Ed McVey is fascinating and charismatic as Tom Ripley. Overflowing with energy he is onstage throughout, commanding our attention and drawing us into his subterfuge by alternately addressing the audience before plunging back again into the thrilling story. Like unwitting accomplices, we tag along as his life spirals deeper into deception. Ripley is at a bit of a dead end, scraping by as a small time grifter until approached by shipping magnate Herbert Greenleaf (a cool Christopher Bianchi) who sets the wheels of Ripley’s adventures in motion. Herbert’s son, Dickie (Bruce Herbelin-Earle), is living it up in Italy showing no signs of coming home. Mistakenly believing Ripley to be a close friend of Dickie’s, Herbert offers him an all expenses paid trip to persuade the wayward son to return home. Eyeing a way out of the mess his life has become in America – and a free holiday – Ripley readily accepts. Thus begins his murderous journey.

It is a fast-paced journey, the sense of location created almost single handedly by Zeynep Kepekli’s lighting; a series of neon fluorescent tubes that transport us from the buzz of New York City nightlife to an Italian sunset, and into the depths of the Mediterranean Sea. The stark blackness of Holly Pigott’s set allows shadowy figures to prowl and watch from the sidelines, ever circling and closing in. The ensemble cast break away from the shadows to take on multiple supporting roles. But the focus is on Ripley and his ill-fated victims.

Herbelin-Earle, as Dickie, is refreshingly humble for a playboy of such privilege. Easy-going and relaxed, his voice is a touch more stilted however, as it searches for depth that isn’t really there. Maisie Smith, as Dickie’s frustrated girlfriend Marge, is down to earth, making good use of her underwritten role. Sometimes the secondary roles fare better. Cary Crankson steps out of the ensemble to play a convincing Freddie Miles, almost succeeding in tripping up and exposing Ripley before adding to the body count.

Leipacher’s production is inventive, stylised and almost cinematic. The first act flirts with film-noir while the second half homes in more on the plot twists as the pace quickens and the cat and mouse game gets in full swing, even if the suspense factor manages to escape the chase. Ripley spends a lot of the time thinking on the spot, making it up just so he can get out of his latest scrape. Leipacher’s “The Talented Mr Ripley” is quite the opposite. It is creatively and finely thought out from start to finish. Imaginative, clever, innovative and despite the theatrical trickery, respectfully faithful to Highsmith’s original.

DEATH OF ENGLAND: CLOSING TIME at @SohoPlace

★★★★

“Duncan-Brewster and Doherty are simply thrilling to watch”

“Closing Time” is the third instalment of the “Death of England” trilogy of plays by Clint Dyer and Roy Williams. It has been a month since the first two – “Michael” and “Delroy”. During these first two monologues we were introduced to two off stage characters: Michael’s sister, Carly; and Delroy’s mother, Denise. We feel we know them both already such was the dynamic story telling of the actors. The anticipation is high as we wait to meet them in the flesh. We are not disappointed. From the moment Denise (Sharon Duncan-Brewster) and Carly (Erin Doherty) explode onto the stage we know we are in for another high-octane, scatter-gun ninety minutes of thought-provoking drama.

This time, though, it moves a little too fast. We are given no room to breathe as the two monologues compete and merge, overlap and clash, like a frantic tarantella dance; both women looking to purge the poisons that seem to have inflicted themselves and those around them. They spit and they rant, never knowing whether to attack or embrace. They attract and repel each other in equal measure, but therein lies our reservations. We, too, are unsure how far to be drawn in. Although there is no fourth wall there is an invisible barrier that keeps us at arm’s length this time. Perhaps there is just too much ranting (the monarchy, racism, colonialism, cancel culture, white privilege) or the delivery is just simply too fast, but we are less moved by the end than we were by their predecessors.

Duncan-Brewster’s Denise is simply captivating, however, as the accomplished yet frustrated chef. On her way to her dream, she has been running a food business in the East End. But it is closing down – or rather being closed down. Helping her pack up is her ‘daughter-in-sin’, Carly. Doherty gives a fierce, fire-cracker performance, her character sweeping the stage like a tornado. There is no eye of the storm, and Carly has no eye on the consequences of her actions. Her rebellious energy is intricately misplaced, epitomised in a drunken outburst (hilarious, yet ideologically as unsound as you can get) that is captured on camera and sent viral. Our cancel culture is brutally examined as these ill-chosen words lead to the collapse of Denise’s business. The causes and effects are brilliantly and dramatically evoked as the two actors swing between blame, forgiveness, defiance and pleading.

Still present is Benjamin Grant’s and Pete Malkin’s powerful and atmospheric sound design with its orchestral stabs, muted underscoring and thrilling realism; complemented by Jackie Shemesh’s lighting with its staccato shifts in perfect rhythm to the dialogue. The leitmotifs are all there, but the familiarity now lends an air of predictability. Similarly, we also start to feel that the characters’ views belong more to the writers; an impression that was absent in the first two monologues. Yet, despite a creeping impartiality in the text, we ultimately feel the magnetism of, and empathise with, these two broken personalities who show us that reconciliation is never completely out of reach. Duncan-Brewster and Doherty are simply thrilling to watch.

A month ago, I wrote that plays like “Death of England” are what keep English theatre well and truly alive – beating in the heart of the West End like the vital organ it is. By the time we reach “Closing Time” the sentiment still holds true, if a little wavering by now. But any signs of arrhythmia are swiftly curtailed by the outstanding performances.

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THE TALENTED MR RIPLEY

★★★

UK Tour

THE TALENTED MR RIPLEY

Richmond Theatre

★★★

“inventive, stylised and almost cinematic”

THE TALENTED MR RIPLEY

Richmond Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 10th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Mark Senior

Previously reviewed at this venue:

MIDSOMER MURDERS: THE KILLINGS AT BADGER’S DRIFT | ★★★★ | October 2025

DEATH ON THE NILE | ★★★★ | October 2025

THE 39 STEPS | ★★★★★ | April 2024

DRACULA | ★★★ | March 2022

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DEATH OF ENGLAND: CLOSING TIME

★★★★

@SohoPlace

DEATH OF ENGLAND: CLOSING TIME at @SohoPlace

★★★★

“Duncan-Brewster and Doherty are simply thrilling to watch”