I’m definitely not the best to review a play, I enjoy them, but I don’t know much about the background skills of it, so I’ll give you the low down, but the actual critics might think differently.
At The Bar Of A Tokyo Hotel is a classic by the wonderful Tennessee Williams and Linda Marlowe stars in the main role. Charing Cross Theatre is small but this evening it is pact with theatre lovers and, I suppose, Tennessee Williams lovers. We feel slightly out of place as the audience is a few decades older and their blood a lot bluer than ours. Nonetheless we’re down for the play.
The play is a tug on the old “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” idea. Miriam is the wife of world-famous artist Mark and they are in, you guessed it, Tokyo. It all takes place in, you guessed it, a bar. A hotel bar, to be exact. The most adorable thing about the play is the Japanese bar man who is caught between trying to be polite and trying not to be offended by the overly open advances by Miriam while she waits in the bar for her husband to finish painting. She seems cold and uncaring.
In the end, Mark dies of a heart attack after a terrible argument, and as Miriam struggles to pretend not to care and keep her cold exterior up, we all know exactly how she feels, and as cold-hearted a “bitch” she may have come across as during the whole play, we want to run up and hug her. Is it plain compassion, or is it because we know she feels awful for treating her husband the way she did and for losing the love of her life even if she’d never admit that he was.
Linda Marlowe is absolutely stunning, and her portrayal of the cold-hearted, horny wife of an artist is not just spot on, it is down right beautiful.