Reviews
You can huff and puff about the usual gimmicks the Gate Theatre tart their productions up with. Like a frumpy girl who’s found a frock that flatters, they re-thread the same old formula rather than messing with what’s worked in the past.
Directed by Alan Stanford, and featuring a couple of Brennans, this farcical take on the text is attuned to the demands of their congregation. There’s nary a role unhammed so the comedy is mined to its full potential (Barbara Brennan’s turn can be seen from outer space). While this means we lose the humanity and drive of the characters, Rachel Gleeson’s Mary and Hulme-Beaman’s Lydia are bang on the money for that frivolous, feel-good factor.

