The Night of the Iguana (London Theatre Direct)
It’s sometimes odd to be crammed into a warm auditorium, amongst your tribe of fast-paced, fidgety Londoners – to wait as those lights dim, and see everyone falling into a trance-like silence for two and a half hours. It’s even more odd when the fixation of that trance is a quiet hotel drama on a battered veranda, with no set changes, few props (save a few chairs and bags being lugged on and off stage) and a small, often mercurial cast. It can only mean one thing – Tennessee Williams has brought everyone abruptly into a deep emotional maelstrom, and The Night of the Iguana is in motion.
