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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

Murder, She Didn’t Write – 3 Stars

Murder

Murder, She Didn’t Write

Leicester Square Theatre

Reviewed – 25th February 2018

★★★

“a unique show that is filled with mayhem and mischief”

 

A classic whodunnit is never boring, and when it’s completely improvised and the audience get to take part, it’s twice as fun. Degrees of Error theatre company present a unique show that is filled with mayhem and mischief, and leaves the audience in stitches. Despite being put under pressure to deliver a performance that meets the audience’s expectations, this talented cast still portrayed a very funny and entertaining performance, (even if the audience suggestions were quite crude).

Stephen Clements did an excellent job at welcoming the audience and making us really feel part of this murder mystery. An audience member then decided that the murder would take place at a Hen Party, and the weapon that was used to kill the victim would be a wet tea towel. Slightly bizarre, but nevertheless the cast were able to pull off some hilarious sketches. A particular favourite of mine was when Peter Baker (who played the excited husband to be) had to create a poem about hens, chickens and women. This was extremely funny, purely because none of it made any sense. Produced by the same company, Something for the Weekend, the show reminded me of, ‘Showstopper! The improvised musical,’ except ‘Murder, She Didn’t Write,’ replaced songs with poems about hens.

Improvising is a truly difficult skill and I appreciate that it’s a lot of hard work, but occasionally I felt that the cast were getting too caught up in the whole chicken side of things, and were drifting away from the main plot. Peter Baker worked hard at moving the narrative forward, but the same couldn’t be said for the rest of the cast. He was the only one determined to find out who killed his fiancée, Violet Violet.

Poor decision choices from Rachael Lane also started to make this show lose its momentum. At first she entered the stage with a tall posture, delivering her lines with a very impressive RP accent. However, the second time she entered the stage she was hunched over, and spoke with a rather odd Bristol accent. What’s more, her character started with a real fear of birds and chickens, yet when Geves (played by the comical Tom Bridges) enters holding one, she did not show any fear whatsoever.

In the end, we discovered that Scarlett Scarlett (Tessa Gaukroger) murdered Violet Violet as she wanted to be the only person that had a repetitive name. Not the most sensible of motives, but then again I suppose this added to the weird and wonderfulness of this show.

All in all, it was a good show that certainly made me laugh, but feel that some tweaks could help improve the show.

 

Reviewed by Jessica Brewer

Photography by Jamie Corbin

 

Leicester Sqaure Theatre

Murder, She Didn’t Write

Leicester Square Theatre

 

 

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