"Old Music." By Keith Winter. At the St. James's Theatre
Tuts is easily the best play that Mr. Winter has yet written, and, despite occasional lapses and misfires, it holds the attention with dramatic surety. It would appear that the playwright's original conception was of two old ladies living peacefully together although, many years before:one "did the other wrong," and ruined her life. This idea has dwindled to vestigial prologue and epilogue which, since the ladies have no time to make them- selves look old, have little point. One feels that a master- craftsman, such as Barrie, would have either developed them into an integral part of the drama, or cut them altogether and allowed the Old Music to speak for itself.
The tune is a stirring one. It tells of the poor little governess, the handsome officer, the spoilt little rich girl ; their loves and loyalties under the shadow of the Crimean War. There seems little necessity for giving the drama that particular date, but any excuse is acceptable which produces the exquisite settings and dresses.of Messrs. Rex Whistler and G. K. Benda. The action hangs fire somewhat in the second act, but the last act is strong, and the whole is held together by the skilful portrayal and development of the characters. Each one of them is a real four-square person, and they are excellently played. MiSS Celia Johnson gives an exquisite performance, restrained and subtle. Here is Elizabeth Bennet grown up, a trifle more circumspect perhaps, but with all the old wit and demure distinction. Miss Greer Garson makes an- admirable foil, giving a fine full-blooded animal performance. Mr. Hugh Williams is surely the natural successor to the late Sir Gerald du Maurier. He has the same sure technique, mastery of understatement, and apparent inability to make any mistake. All the minor parts are well played, and Miss Margaret Webster has handled the production with self-effacing efficiency: There should-be no change of tune at the St. James's Theatre
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