MAYER WAKEFIELD is entertained but let down by an audacious production that, sadly, doesn't ring true
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Home, I’m Darling
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YOU never get short-changed at the National, especially when it comes to design and technical wizardry, and Laura Wade’s Home, I’m Darling is no exception.
With Anna Fleischle’s chocolate box set of a whole '50s house in spanking fresh colours, patterned wallpaper and manicured perfection, a soundtrack of stomping period classics and a flood of warm light ironically bathing the rooms in sunshine, the feeling is all of a simple and optimistic life.
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