After seeing Henry V's bit of bling at the Guildhall, I had time for a pub lunch in a rather consciously Dickensian pub, before heading to the Noel Coward Theatre to see Photograph 51, about Dr Rosalind Franklin and her role in the discovery of the double helix structure of DNA.
The play ought to be very good, but I found it a little disappointing - so much of it seems to consist of characters explaining the plot to each other, and it felt as though almost all of them, other than Franklin herself were a little 2 dimensional.
Which was a shame. I wanted to like the play a lot more than I actually liked it, and felt thatthe cast, which were all very good, were let down rather by the script.
The set was interesting; based on the blitz-damaged cellar labs of Kings College.
The play ought to be very good, but I found it a little disappointing - so much of it seems to consist of characters explaining the plot to each other, and it felt as though almost all of them, other than Franklin herself were a little 2 dimensional.
Which was a shame. I wanted to like the play a lot more than I actually liked it, and felt thatthe cast, which were all very good, were let down rather by the script.
The set was interesting; based on the blitz-damaged cellar labs of Kings College.
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