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MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

★★★★

Duchess Theatre

MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

Duchess Theatre

★★★★

“The direction is astounding to maintain a delicate balance between a comedy and the central ‘whodunit.’”

Over 13 years since its first performance, Murder, She Didn’t Write is still touring and delighting audiences more than ever as it embarks on a UK tour in 2025. It is an intriguing spin on the classic murder mystery, a narrative framework that, despite the ‘murder,’ we feel comfortable with as we have seen it many times before.

However, it is certain that we haven’t seen this one before. Every night the stars of Degrees of Error act out a new storyline based on plot points that are yet to be determined. Agatha Crust, an obvious nod to the godmother of the genre, is our detective. She chooses one lucky audience member to perform the role of Jerkins, her assistant. From this point on, Jerkins holds the pen as they choose the setting, murder weapon, victim and murderer in this one-off recount. But don’t worry, all is not uncovered until the big reveal.

The play starts slowly as our characters are introduced and the scene is set. Credit should go to the set design (Justin Williams) for producing a backdrop that works remarkably well; however, the story unfolds. Credit should also go costume design and supervisor (Lu Herbert and Charlotte Murray). The costumes are expositions about the characters that we are watching, adding depth and reference and helping us to easily differentiate between our suspects.

The actors take a short time to work their way into the narrative. Most of the first act is about planting the seed for what is to follow. Countless random details are divulged by each of the characters. Some of these will be red herrings, others will be smoking guns. The quick wit of all the cast members is side-splitting. “Waitrose” becomes “Wait Rose!” and “synesthetic” becomes “sin aesthetic” as the audience’s suggestions and earlier events are woven into the narrative.

At times it feels like the show is starting to lose its course before Agatha regains control. The direction (Lizzy Skrzypiec, who also sometimes stars as Agatha) is astounding to maintain a delicate balance between a comedy and the central ‘whodunit.’

Agatha, on stage for the entire performance, is a comforting presence as she watches the story alongside us. It is an exceptional performance as the glue of a production that, despite the impressive improvisation of all of the cast, would possibly not function without her. Predictably, Agatha steals the show in the final chapter when she moves from narrator to detective, and explains, in front of all of the suspects, who committed the murder, just like Poirot did in Murder on the Orient Express. It is a delivery so strong that we are told not why it could be this suspect but how it must be them and could not be anyone else.

The lighting and sound (Adam King and Lucy Baker-Swinburn) are critical to the show and help to steer the plot as much as any of the characters. The choice of music (Sara Garrard) is precise, which acts as an antidote to the chaos surrounding it. The use of short scenes, some as short as 30 seconds, is effective in contributing to the rising tension in the second act, but it does feel as though the play suffers from a lack of continuity, and thus an over-reliance on our narrator.

Despite the characters knowing who the murderer is (before the audience), as we approach the crescendo, we fear that there are too many storylines still spinning, like a magician spinning too many plates. However, we see that none of these spinning plates smash as we are watching magicians on stage.



MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

Duchess Theatre

Reviewed on 24th March 2025

by Luke Goscomb

Photography by Pamela Raith

 

 

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE PLAY THAT GOES WRONG | ★★★★★ | September 2024
CRUISE | ★★★★★ | May 2021

MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

MURDER, SHE DIDN’T WRITE

WET FEET

★★★★

Union Theatre

WET FEET at the Union Theatre

★★★★

“The performance is measured and endearing, with great comedic beats”

Wet Feet tells the story of two gay men meeting in a sauna. Nathan (Matthew Edgar), mid-twenties sex worker chats to Franko (Michael Neri), a mid-thirties man with OCD. Over the course of their weekly visits, the pair bond and talk. The play is a series of conversations that touch on a number of topics from Cher to hate crimes, all relatable to an LGBTQ audience. The piece is witty and emotional as the characters explore this unusual relationship, with some steamy flirting throughout. The premise and structure is simple, but earnestly told. The heart of the story beating through Edgar and Neri’s tender performances.

The scenes are intercut with abstract transitions, still images of longing and contemplation separate the visits with cool lighting and accompanying music. The set is a stark clinical space, with a foam mattress on a bed with lino flooring and white walls (Reuben Speed). Some scenes end abruptly whilst others fade away with music as the scenes progress. Directed by Dominic Rouse, the action and movement of the scenes flow organically as the characters grow in familiarity and become more intimate.

 

 

Written by Neri, the dialogue is rich with references but also speaks to a generational attitude change between those who lived with section 28 and the AIDS crisis versus the newer generation who grew up with access to Grindr and pornography. The play also challenges assumptions, Nathan did not have it ‘easy’ and Franko struggles to admit he is gay. The piece feels authentic to queer people’s modern conversations whilst also being dramatic and funny. There’s a healthy number of dirty puns to pepper the touching conversations. Whilst some of the issues have been discussed in other plays, the show is a fresh look at these stories and issues that still effect gay people today.

Matthew Edgar’s performance as Nathan is confident and calm, seemingly secure in his sexuality and connected to his identity, with a bit of naivete. Michael Neri’s Franko is a ball of nerves held together by musical theatre and sanitiser wipes. From there we see the depth of these character’s grow; Franko’s ‘germaphobia’ being a clear comparison to the anxiety experienced during the AIDS crisis as well as his feelings of lack of control in his adolescence. Nathan’s more nonchalant attitude hiding deeper feelings of abandonment. The performance is measured and endearing, with great comedic beats. The merging of emotional and physical intimacy is portrayed with care and exactness, with no over exposure and remaining poignant (intimacy by Rose Ryan) if not also causing a few gasps of excitement from the audience (as they should).

For a piece that celebrates and contemplates queerness in 2024, Wet Feet is a charming original piece to see this Pride Month.

 


WET FEET at the Union Theatre

Reviewed on 20th June 2024

by Jessica Potts

Photography by Matthew Coulton

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE ESSENCE OF AUDREY | ★★★★ | February 2024
GHOST ON A WIRE | ★★★ | September 2022

WET FEET

WET FEET

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