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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

SPECULATIONS

SPECULATIONS

SPECULATIONS

STAGE KISS

★★★★

Hampstead Theatre

STAGE KISS

Hampstead Theatre

★★★★

“There are twists and turns as we are shuffled between ever growing layers of reality and fantasy”

It was the ancient Chinese philosopher, Chuang Tzu, who first formulated the ‘dreaming argument’, that goes some way to explain the unsettling experience of waking up from a dream and not fully knowing whether we are in reality, or whether we are still in the dream believing we are awake. There are quite a few moments in Sarah Ruhl’s “Stage Kiss” that provoke a similar sensation. Towards the end of her wry and unique take on the ‘play within a play’ concept, we begin to fail to tell the difference. It is a framing device that Rhul handles with skill, in the same way that she can combine making us laugh while we simultaneously question human relationships.

Inspired by her experiences as a playwright in the rehearsal room, “Stage Kiss” is a tribute to the acting profession, reflecting the absurd yet fascinating concept of faking reality for a living. It is also a romantic comedy. Set in an indeterminate present – though before intimacy coordinators became a thing – it focuses on two actors who have been lovers in the past and are now both cast in a play in which they must kiss each other repeatedly. They need to make the kiss convincing but at the same time they must maintain the boundary between their real lives outside the theatre and the emotional lives they are fabricating on stage. The added complication of a previous shared intimacy and heartbreak adds fuel to the already incendiary dilemma. The lines get well and truly blurred in Ruhl’s story of life imitating art imitating life.

Despite the premise; the writing, acting and the direction are all steeped in reality. It takes a particular skill to portray bad writing, bad acting and bad directing convincingly, without coming across as just being bad. Each department here are truly excellent. The first act opens in the audition room for the premiere of the preposterously written fictional play, ‘The Last Kiss’, before moving into the rehearsal room and then finally onto opening night. Blanche McIntyre directs with the sharpest eye on realism, matched by the cast’s unfailing authenticity and naturalism. There is deep affection for the industry that gives licence to satirise it to the hilt. Whether you relate to it as an insider or not, the comedy is perfectly pitched and the characterisation astonishingly accurate. If anybody stands out, it is Myanna Buring, who lights up the stage with her nuanced portrayal of the lead actress (simply referred to as ‘she’) whose foundations are shaken by the arrival of her leading man (the wonderful Patrick Kennedy). Rolf Saxon, as the director, brilliantly encapsulates the misguided and ineffectual earnestness of the fictional ‘luvvie’ world that these characters inhabit. It is sheer joy watching them murder their art, aided and abetted by Oliver Dimsdale’s cuckolded husband, and James Phoon as the out-of-his-depth understudy. Toto Bruin and Jill Winternitz complete the line-up, relishing their bit-part roles and drawing them into the comedy spotlight.

Whilst the humour is preserved in the second act, the tone shifts dramatically. Opening night for ‘The Last Kiss’ is done and dusted, the reviews are terrible and we are now in a shabby apartment. Onstage romance has overlapped into real life. We tread close to farce but, again, the writing and the acting are too fine to cross that boundary. Multi-rolling comes into play as Dimsdale is now the real-life cuckold and Bruin the daughter caught in the crossfire of adult infidelities; while Winternitz doubles as the wronged girlfriend. We are witnessing the aftermath. The real life. But like Tzu’s dream, we have to remind ourselves we are still watching make believe. Saxon returns as the director, with an even more outrageously bad idea for another play. There are twists and turns as we are shuffled between ever growing layers of reality and fantasy, in between which are surprising moments of serious and heartfelt poignancy.

Against the backdrop of Robert Innes Hopkins’ shifting and authentic sets, “Stage Kiss” is disconcertingly clever. It starts with a kiss. But that kiss is just the foreplay to something much more intimate and complicated. And brilliantly funny too. Just like real life I guess, if you’re able to tell it apart. But even if we are led to question it, one thing is for certain. The play within the play received terrible reviews. Ruhl’s play is unquestionably the real thing.



STAGE KISS

Hampstead Theatre

Reviewed on 14th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Helen Murray


 

 

 

 

STAGE KISS

STAGE KISS

STAGE KISS