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The Letter The Letter.
Lyric Hammersmith. Now observe
Tim Pigott-Smith as the lawyer. Maugham’s writing suggests merely
a decent chap in a sticky situation; Tim Pigott-Smith turns this into
a study of honour under siege. He places his pauses menacingly, as if
they were anti-personnel mines; then his veneer cracks apart to reveal
a ratty sense of insecurity and racial condescension. And yet you feel
that Tim Pigott-Smith is enriching a flat text rather than drawing sustenance
from it. |