Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Why are theatres so cowardly?

The best – and very worst – of this year's West End plays

A revival of Spitting Image fell back on tired satire, aimed at former prime minister Margaret Thatcher (Credit: Getty images)

Looking back at the year’s West End theatre, a few shows stand out. First, the best. Vanya, starring Andrew Scott at the Duke of York’s Theatre, was an audacious and frankly barmy attempt to reimagine Chekhov’s sprawling family melodrama, Uncle Vanya, as a monologue. The risk was that it might come across as a lengthy pitch for a TV show performed by an incorrigible show-off. But Scott made it work. Copycat projects are bound to follow.

One of the year’s worst efforts, A Little Life, was based on an American novel about sexual torture and self-harm. The star, James Norton, spent most of his time on stage at the Harold Pinter hacking his forearms to bits or being kicked around by various abusers. Claret got spilled all over the place. Norton tugged his clothes off as well. Never a good sign. A decent play doesn’t need to be a peep-show.

The Pillowman, by Martin McDonagh, is regarded as a modern classic even though the script is just a re-hash of the author’s early short stories.

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