The Real Thing review at the Old Vic: Hoist by its own petard | Theatre | Entertainment
Tom Stoppard’s comedy of infidelity among the chattering classes comes across as a poshie rom-com with echoes of Noel Coward and a smattering of Pinter. Inspired by his own adulterous affair, it is both an expiation of guilt and an attempt to rationalise the irrational, ie the manner in which the heart (or another organ) … Read more
