We went to See Agatha Christie’s murder mystery “The Mousetrap” last weekend, at De Montfort Hall in Leicester – part of its 60th Anniversary tour, after more than 25000 performances in London. Chantal, who only went because I told her that we were going, decided that it exceedingly obvious that it was sixty years old – it was dated and boring. You would have thought that a lifetime of soaps would have made her immune to what she considered as somewhat forced acting.
I enjoyed it, although I have always like Agatha Christie dramas, preferring plays and films/TV to reading it. I have to admit that I am a bit of a Miss Marple enthusiast (although this is second to Inspector Morse). Perhaps I should have lived in the 1930’s when most of the Christie plots seem to be set. The Mousetrap is classic Christie, with the entire plot unfolding while the characters are trapped in one place, in this case a snowbound hotel, a tendency for characters to be unexpectedly murdered, and the murderer eventually being revealed by a process of elimination.
Want to know who did it? We can’t tell you – it a tradition of the play that, at the end, the cast ask the audience not to reveal all….
If you get the chance, go and see it, just to say you have done so. For those brought up on spoon fed entertainment from the box in the corner, it is the antidote to special effects and compute generated images.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
