Doctor Angelus (1973)

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by [James Bridie]]

Produced by Rita M. Tootill

Performances: Sun 14th – Sat 20th Octobber 1973, Theatre


Introduction

Scene a doctor's consulting room, 1920s.

Act 1 An autumn evening, 9pm

Act 2 Scene 1 - Two weeks later, about 9am. Scene 2 - That night, about 11pm

Act 3 The next morning, 10am

There was a 15-minute interval between acts.

Cast

Crew

Reviews

"SLTC's Dr Angelus is alive and unwell and dying in West Norwood"

It could be argued that James Bridie's plays, like some wines, are not good travellers.

Certainly performances down in this part of the world are few and far between. We should therefore, at least in theory, be grateful to the South London Theatre Centre for staging (until 20th October) one of his most atmospheric pieces.

But theoretical gratitude is soon dispelled by the chill wind of practical experience. This, the second production of the new season, sharply raises the question: what is the SLTC for? If the answer is merely to add another amateur drama society to the numbers, well and good. But I have always understood that there was more to it than that. If the SLTC deserves to survive, it should be a shining example of a dedicated theatre group, offering the next best thing to a professional company.

On that basis Rita M. Toothill's production of "Dr Angelus" is hardly out of the stalls, let alone in the frame. To stay with the Horse-racing analogy, it is hard to realise that it comes from the same stable as, for example, SLTC's "Close the Coalhouse Door" and "Staircase".

Like the author, Dr Angelus is a Scottish doctor. There the resemblance ends, for he is also a cold-blooded murderer with the twisted logic of a fanatic. The play is full of traps for the unwary, but most of them can be overcome if the style is at least consistent. The text is often laboured and repetitious, but there is also much subtlety in the writing.

If the actors cannot command this subtlety, it will stand playing as crude melodrama. In this production we find actors caught between two stools, all doing their own thing and contributing to a stylistic mix-up.

As Dr Angelus, William Curd crosses his arms, frown a lot and telegraphs his villainy by a mixture of baffled rage and transparent bonhomie. It must in fairness be added that he stepped into the cast at short notice.

English accents predominate, the only exceptions being the ferocious Caledonian vowels of Arthur Skinner, hamming it up as Sir Gregory Butt, and those of D'Auvergne Barnard as the Inspector, who seems poised around the Irish Sea.

One scene between Vivienne Miles and Sheila Rees, as maid and mistress, seems lifted out of one of those medieval witch dramas we find acted in the women's institutes. Unintended humour brings glaes of laughter at several times.

Send not to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for the SLTC.

Donald Madgwich, the Croydon Advertiser.

Gallery

Reminiscences and Anecdotes

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