The third and final
farce to come into the Brian Rix repertory at the
Garrick – the others are “Stand By Your Bedouin!” and "Uproar in the House”
– is “Let
Sleeping Wives Lie” by Harold Brooke and Kay
Bannerman. It is, I think, much better than “Bedouin!” and
almost as good as the very funny “Uproar”. A tangle
about substitute marital partners when a man and a woman
are trying to impress their American boss during a “job
test” weekend at a Brighton hotel, is in the fast and
furious tradition of farce, with plenty of invention,
not startling but usually effective, and a rapidly
changing series of impossible situations that come
across with a crazy plausibility in the midst of the
turmoil.
There is middle-aged, conventional Willie Kitson, who
fantastically, becomes involved with Mavis, the Irish
maid at the hotel, in his encounters with the boss; and
there is Liz, who takes up with an old friend, Jack, who
passes off as her husband with the same boss. But of
course the genuine wife and the genuine husband are in
the set-up too. One of the chief attractions of the
evening is the way that the six, plus the boss, walk,
run, rush, dash and scamper from room to room, from
passage to passage, in couples, in trios, altogether,
meeting when they shouldn’t, wrong ones meeting, right
ones all right for a time, only to be all wrong again.
So it goes on, with interludes between the genuine
couples as one or the other tries desperately to sort
out just what is going on. There are, too, a
chain-smoking, constantly-coughing janitor, a staid,
pansified hotel manager, and Dudley, the aged porter,
all small parts that fill in corners and make their own
entertaining little diversion in a most acceptable way.
One does not expect dialogue out of this world, but
of the Brian Rix farce world, and one gets just that:
never brilliant yet almost always to the point, unsubtle
to a degree yet usually funny; above all, put over, like
the development of the story, firmly, vigorously,
enthusiastically and expertly timed. As
there is no straining for real characterisation, except
in the case of the American, Henry B. Wymark, who is
verify well played by Derek Farr, the impact of the
couples comes from their actions and reactions, verbally
and otherwise, and these are handled under Wallace
Douglas’s direction in a swift near-crazy farcical flow
by Dennis Ramsden, Anna Dawson, Carmel Cryan, Elspet
Gray, Leslie Crowther and Brian Rix. In unflagging
support are the gloriously amusing Leo Franklyn, Andrew
Sachs, providing some snap highlights as the hotel
manager, and Bill Treacher.