When a Hollywood actress hits the West Endstage, there are always going to be critics with their claws out waiting to pounce. Especially when it comes to someone quite so hot as Thandie Newton. So after reading several mediocre reviews of the bird like, too perfectly quaffed, too high pitched, too tidy main part, I decided to find out for myself. What a load of old rubbish they were writing. She was blooming brilliant and just as hot as she looks on the big screen. This is one lady with talent. 20 years since it first premiered at the Royal Court, Death and the Maiden at the Harold Pinter Theatre is back. The Olivier Award-winning show starring Thandie Newton, Tom Goodman-Hill and Anthony Calf and directed by Jeremy Herrin, Associate Director of theRoyal Court is as gripping and terrifying as a movie.
The theatre explains the story better than I can, “Years have passed since political prisoner, Paulina, suffered at the hands of her captor: A man whose face she never saw, but can still recall with terrifying clarity. Tonight, by chance, a stranger arrives at the secluded beach house she shares with her husband Gerardo, a human rights lawyer. A stranger Paulina is convinced was her tormentor and must now be held to account…”
It’s spooky, unnerving and you just have absolutely no idea what is going to happen. Everyone single one of us had a different opinion on what actually happened and somehow I managed to make up my own interpretation that apparently wasn’t even vaguely meant to cross my mind. I like to think of it of a big imagination. Or just maybe a little too much imagination. But anyway I thought the acting was superb. The set design was cracking. The storyline was gripping and had you on the edge of your Pinter like seats from beginning to the end. I had no idea what to expect and I’m afraid to say, whatever the critics think, this Newton chick is pretty darn good.
by Emily Bell