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SPECULATIONS

★★★

Marylebone Theatre

SPECULATIONS

Marylebone Theatre

★★★

“There is plenty of room for animated speculation in the bar after the show”

Speculation is currently a bit of a buzz word. We often hear, in news reports or press conferences, the request to the public not to speculate until a particular story or case has accrued more solid evidence. This is not a modern development, however. Before social media, these ‘speculations’ would take place in cafes or bars, and even investigative journalists’ living rooms. This is the premise behind Torben Betts’ political thriller that centres on Dorothy Kilgallen’s theories around the deaths of Marilyn Monroe, John F. Kennedy and Lee Harvey Oswald. The programme notes emphatically tell us that the columnist turned muckraker, Kilgallen (played by Janie Dee), was ‘not a speculator’. Yet over the next two hours, that is precisely what she comes across as. As the play progresses, Dee’s portrayal strips the certainty away from the character, exposing the harsh truth that conspiracy theories are, and have always been, an intrinsic aspect of humanity.

It opens with a threatening phone call from an unknown source, establishing a sense of unease and paranoia. Kilgallen is about to publish an exposé of the alleged distortion of the circumstances behind the three deaths. In her jittery state she is interrupted by the entrance of Flo Jackson, a young aspiring journalist sidelining as a childminder (or perhaps vice versa). She does little childminding, but Gloria Obianyo’s Flo is an engaging presence, despite the implausibility. Equipped with her own strongly held views – especially on civil rights – Flo is partially reduced to the role of sounding board for Kilgallen’s narrative. Director Trevor Nunn cleverly sets two plays within the play, smoothly facilitated by Lee Newby’s set which revolves and swings to reveal the locations. This filmic approach neatly transports us into flashback territory in which we witness, first hand, Kilgallen’s speculations in dramatic form.

Marilyn Monroe (Natalie Dunne) receives a visit from Robert F. Kennedy (Jolyon Coy) who rather desperately, and repeatedly, demands her to relinquish her incriminating diaries. “Over my dead body” retorts Marilyn with artless dramatic irony. Meanwhile, in the second scenario, Lee Harvey Oswald (Joseph Potter) is groomed by New Orleans crime boss Carlos Marcello (Ferdy Roberts) into becoming the required killing machine for his revenge on the Kennedy clan. Connections are forged between the two storylines, and there are interesting insights into the complicated underworld that rippled the US Senate’s organised crime committee, but these retrospective scenes seem to run on a loop with little added on each repeat.

The performances are all convincing, even if their lines are less so. There is no sense of danger as Bobby Kennedy becomes more desperate to silence Monroe; more in the vein of a teenage lover than a powerful Attorney General. Consequently, it doesn’t do justice to the real-life personas (incidentally Flo is the only fictional character in the piece), eroding the audience’s belief in the central character of Kilgallen. Lee Harvey Oswald and Carlos Marcello fare better, yet their scenes comprise a rather sedentary portrait that avoids thrills or intrigue.

The play seeks to examine the perils of delving to deeply into the lives of the powerful and the dangerous. And how the political and the criminal world overlap. This danger finds its way into Dorothy Kilgallen’s living room – quite literally with a brick through the window at one point. Yet the real sense of threat doesn’t follow suit. We don’t expect fresh answers – we never will know for sure – but the questions raised are not really illuminated under a new light. It is not without satisfaction, however, and there is plenty of room for animated speculation in the bar after the show.


SPECULATIONS

Marylebone Theatre

Reviewed on 4th November 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Helen Maybanks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPECULATIONS

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EASY VIRTUE

★★★★

Cambridge Arts Theatre

EASY VIRTUE

Cambridge Arts Theatre

★★★★

“packed with killer one liners and devastating retorts”

Sir Trevor Nunn’s anticipated revival of ‘Easy Virtue’ – one of Noël Coward’s early, rarely staged plays – lands in his old stamping ground. Written in 1924 and shocking in its day, this finely judged production still hits hard, exposing the price women pay for living on their own terms.

John – the sole heir to an aristocratic fortune – triggers a reckoning when he brings home a wildly unsuitable wife. But frank and fearless Larita knows her worth and won’t be cowed by his unbending family. As tensions rise, only one side will come out on top.

‘Easy Virtue’ has all the razor sharp wit you expect from Coward – only with a far sharper edge. It scandalised original audiences: Larita’s past touches almost every 1920s taboo, forcing contemporary audiences to confront the double standards they’d rather ignore. Yet it still feels ahead of its time; even now, it’s a thrill to watch a heroine resolutely refuse to conform. The script is packed with killer one liners and devastating retorts; Larita delivers some blisteringly articulate speeches, which are satisfying if a touch contrived. Still, a few beats land awkwardly in 2026. Larita ends up minimising John’s responsibility for their failing marriage while maximising her own, which jars with her otherwise forward thinking nature. Meanwhile John is shielded from scandal and handed a tidy solution by Larita herself, which Sarah also seems to support – though perhaps as an intentional indictment of male privilege.

Sir Trevor Nunn’s landmark production makes Coward’s cynical wit and emotional precision really sparkle. Recasting Larita as English rather than American sidesteps the culture clash trope, sharpening the clash of ideals and making the Whittakers’ gaslighting feel even more toxic. Every character is humanised, especially Larita whose poised wit gives way to silent moments of collapse, underlining her emotional intelligence and the trap she’s in. Sarah echoes Larita’s modernity, fiercely calling out John’s neglect and resisting his advances – though this makes their later reconciliation a little jarring. The Colonel’s final wave is a beautifully understated tribute from this faithful ally. And placing the interval right after Larita and John’s explosive Act 2 argument smartly spotlights this turning point and splits the evening into two clean halves.

The brilliant cast delivers standout work across the board. Alice Orr Ewing’s Larita is resolutely poised and deeply sympathetic, pairing razor wit with hidden depths. Greta Scacchi nails Mrs Whittaker’s narcissistic obliviousness, delivering hysterics with immaculate comic timing and pitch perfect restraint. Lisa Ambalavanar’s fresh, funny, fierce Sarah proves herself worthy of Larita’s friendship as a genuine “girl’s girl”. Joseph Potter charts John’s headlong rush into first love before snapping back to reality with uncomfortable accuracy. Michael Praed gives the Colonel a poignantly worn down grace – a man long resigned yet capable of respectful tenderness. Imogen Elliott’s Marion captures a young woman sliding inevitably into her mother’s mould, conditioned to toe the family line. Grace Hogg Robinson gives Hilda a charming, volatile innocence, veering from idolising Larita to bristling at her. Jamie Wilkes brings a deft mix of aristocratic stiffness and bold humour to Charles, letting the formal façade slip.

Simon Higlett’s set channels 1920s aristocracy: an opulent, pillar lined room complete with all the trappings. Like the Whittakers, it remains steadfast throughout, the only change coming from the symbolically clearing sky in the vast French windows. Johanna Town’s lighting follows suit, steady until the finale, where blues, purples and festive lamps mark the climax. Higlett’s costumes revel in 1920s glamour with Larita’s gala look stealing the show in a riot of sequins, pearls and rubies, topped with a magnificent feather fan. Anna Wood’s sound design is subtle and unobtrusive: no mics, just soft music and distant applause. Only the ending falters, the music swelling too soon and drowning Larita’s final lines.

Nunn’s ‘Easy Virtue’ reminds us that a woman’s independence is still the ultimate provocation. Don’t miss this powerful production of a rare Coward gem.



EASY VIRTUE

Cambridge Arts Theatre

Reviewed on 25th February 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Richard Hubert Smith


 

 

 

 

EASY VIRTUE

EASY VIRTUE

EASY VIRTUE