Theatre Royal
It’s what the boys’ magazines of my long lost youth would have called a “ jolly jape”. Put a lot of dysfunctional and largely unlikeable English people on a train in Austria in 1938 and wait for a mystery to develop.
And in true Hitchcock-style – as in his original film of this story – we are faced with a deeply puzzling situation. Gwen Taylor as a sort of tweed-clad Miss Marple makes her mark in the opening scenes , as a slightly dippy but likeable ex-governess who unbelievably speaks 10 languages.
It becomes clear that Iris – hit on the head rather nonsensically by a pair of skis at the railway station – is probably hallucinating. The plot , such as it is, now twists and turns and we get lots of false clues . But the trouble is we don’t really care about these caricature people – 2 old fashioned English gents who re-enact a cricket match using sugar cubes; a bolshy young engineer who collects folk dances in his spare time; an eminent lawyer with his mistress, fearful of the publicity a divorce would bring. And of course a very nasty Nazi for everyone else to ridicule and hate.
The opening scenic effect of a smoke filled railway station in silhouette is stunning, but the train compartment scenes are cramped and the actors end up playing in a corridor of space.
What the show does do is to play into the hands of the Poirot/Marple fan club and as such it will do well.
The Lady Vanishes is at the Theatre Royal, Brighton
Until 9 November as part of a UK tour.