theme, but whose plot can be anticipated a mile off.
This crudity in the play itself can also be seen in the acting. With two exceptions the whole cast over-acts to extinction—whether it is the American accents or the relief at being able to register emotion that rises to hysteria at the least provocation I don't know. Anyhow the total effect was one of coarseness (not that 1 have anything against a proper coarseness) and falsity. The two • performances that do something to redeem the production are those of Carol Wolveridge as the awful child and Diana Wynyard as her mother. Miss Wolveridgc seems to be slated for 'awful child' parts (she was in The Turn of the Screw) and her complete calm in the midst of self-created mayhem suggests Harry Graham's Ruthless Rhymes. Miss Wynyard brings considerable conviction to the well-known lines 'Oh, God, what shall I do?' This is quite an achievement.
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