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Jennifer Saunders is brilliant: Blithe Spirit at the Harold Pinter Theatre reviewed

Plus: a shallow, heartless, overpraised trifle at the Royal Court

Jennifer Saunders (Madame Arcati), who uses little hand gestures and delicate flutterings of her clothes to draw our attention to her gastric problems, and Lisa Dillon (Ruth) in Blithe Spirit. Photo: Nobby Clark 
issue 25 September 2021

Blithe Spirit is a comedy with the plot of a horror story. Charles, a middle-aged novelist, lives happily with his second wife, Ruth, but he accidentally conjures up the spirit of his first wife, Elvira, during a séance. He becomes the target of a ghostly murder plot. Elvira decides to bump Charles off and enjoy his company in the afterlife. The play was one of Noël Coward’s biggest hits and although the script is 80 years old, this production features intriguing new material.

The spiritualist, Madame Arcati, suffers from wind. She refers to her dietary anxieties several times and she mentions her dislike of red meat and roast pigeon. Jennifer Saunders (Arcati) uses little hand gestures and delicate flutterings of her clothes to draw our attention to her gastric problems. And though this is a curious detail to add to the play, it shows that the director, Richard Eyre, has investigated the script with fresh eyes and an inquisitive sensibility.

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