MARIA DUARTE recommends a remarkable study of the friendship between a Palestinian and a Pakistani, broken by a hostile state
The Scent of Roses
Royal Lyceum Theatre Edinburgh
IN EACH scene of Zinnie Harris’s new play The Scent of Roses, a pair of characters demand the chance to talk, then fail to talk, play power games, and never think of getting counselling or calling social work.
Nothing dramatic happens except to the scenery: Tom Piper’s design gives us a well-heeled flat in Edinburgh that slowly and surrealistically disintegrates.
Each relationship fails to connect and maroons itself in nihilistic despair: husband and wife; teenage rebel and teacher; alcoholic teacher and distant mother; lover and adulterous husband.
GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
KEITH RICHMOND relishes a superbly conceived modern version of Aeschylus’ drama of murderous family succession
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship



