Great opening too, as the hero Richard Hannay (played as a hammy "I say!" type English gent by Charles Edwards), ponders what to do with his evening. Trying to conceive of a "mindless and trivial" diversion, he suddenly announces "I know, a West End play!"
Reading up beforehand, I noticed a rather striking quote about the play on a ticket booking website:
"Exactly the thing the West End has been waiting for" The Observer
Erm, not quite. Thanks to The Guardian's liberal online archiving policy, it's quite easy to dig up the original review, which says this:
"It is its own strange small thing. Which could be exactly the thing the West End has been waiting for."
Sneaky. But then again, if the posters screamed "ITS OWN STRANGE SMALL THING", people probably wouldn't go and see it. Actually they probably would. People are idiots.
How journalism works