MAYER WAKEFIELD is entertained but let down by an audacious production that, sadly, doesn't ring true
My Mum’s a Twat
Royal Court Theatre, London
AT EIGHTY minutes, My Mum’s a Twat is overlong, but not because time spent in the company of that winning and animated actor Patsy Ferran isn’t a delight.
The problem is that its one main thought, "My mum’s a twat for joining a daft, highly controlling spiritual cult and abandoning me," is easily demonstrated in the first few minutes and doesn’t develop.
As a monologue it feels more suited to a brief stand-up comedy routine than to a drama.
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by drama that, despite accomplished performances, cannot overcome an unfocused script
SIMON PARSONS applauds an exceptional performance of Wesker’s little-known play, by the same actor for whom it was written 45 years ago
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
Although this production was in rehearsal before the playwright’s death, it allows us to pay homage to his life, suggests MARY CONWAY


