In the opulent drawing room of the Presidential Palace, a Western photojournalist awaits the return of the dictator. She is here to take his portrait. The dictator's wife, her best friend and an interpreter wait with her. Prada shoes, vodka glasses and light fingers tap out the time. He is late, very late… All four women harbour secrets and suspicions. All four are in danger. This is the day that revolution comes to the streets. Abi Morgan's devastating play allows us a glimpse into the minds of four women as their world turns.
If you read this play be prepared that you won't understand it. At least, I didn't. It seems that it repeats itself completely which is true but every time it gives us more details about the characters. While reading it I wanted to cut the play and order it according to the storyline because i really needed all my imagination to at least understand some of the play. Good news that next week I'm going to see it on stage.
Saw a production of this woeful excuse for a play tonight. I can't think of a single redeeming thing about it. Lots of strong statements trying to mask the total meaninglessness of it all. The emperor has a lovely new suit of clothes. I hate Will Eno's plays for similar reasons but at least they have a laugh or two in them.