The Browning Version
by Terence Rattigan
Thur. Nov 8 - Wingfield Barns
Fri. Nov 9 - Beccles Public Hall
Thur Nov 15 - Seagull Theatre, Lowestoft
Fri. Nov 16 -Westacre Theatre, near Swaffha
Sat. Nov 17 - The Cut, Halesworth
Thur. Nov 22 - Laxfield Village Hall
Fri. Nov 23 - Diss Corn Hall
All performances 7.30pm
Tickets £11 and £9 (concessions)
First performed on 8 September 1948, this is the 70th year anniversary of the play's first performance. The Broninng Version is seen by some as Terence Rattigan's best work.
Trapped in an unhappy marriage, the thwarted desires of Millie Crocker-Harris are released in the form of spite and betrayal as her ailing, humiliated schoolteacher husband, Andrew - also unloved by his pupils - faces academic and marital oblivion. But could an unexpected gift from one student help restore some semblance of humanity?
Andrew Crocker-Harris - Tim Hall
Directed by David Green
REVIEW by David Vass
The Browning Version
Tim Hall is no stranger to meaty roles, having previously taken on Chekov’s Uncle Vanya and JB Priestley’s Inspector, but on this occasion he truly surpassed himself, with an outstanding and nuanced portrait of a man confronting his personal and professional failures. Humane and compassionate, his performance was perfectly complemented by Emma Martin cleverly underplaying his wife Millie, so that her monstrous nature crept on up an audience whose loyalties
Heart-rending, authentic and utterly compelling, this was repertory theatre at its very best, demonstrating a deep understanding of the ambiguity and subtlety of Rattigan’s text. It is a production that director David Green and his company should be proud of.
An evening with Michael Imison, who was Terence Rattigan's London Agent for many years. Thanks to the co-ordination of Barbara Langley Michael came to talk to us about Rattiga, and his work.
Pre Production photographs
"You see, my dear Hunter, she is really quite as much to be pitied as I am. We are both of us interesting subjects for your microscope, hmmm! Oh Both of us needing something from the other to make life supportable for us... and neither of us able to give it. Two kinds of love, hers and mine. Worlds apart!