Before I forget how much I did not like this play, I thought I would blog about it. Starring Brendan Coyle (aka Mr. Bates from Downton Abbey) and Rupert Grint (aka Ron Weasley), the play was an abrasive and weird story about a bunch of rock-n-roll mobsters in Soho, London during the 1950s. The acting was decent, but I did not like the script or the plot. The beginning was hard to follow because my ear wasn't used to the dialects. Even as it continued, I felt like the pivotal unseen characters were not well defined. It takes a LOT of skill to create fully fleshed out characters solely by what other characters have to say about them. Someone once said characters are developed by: what other characters say about a character, what that character says about him/herself, and what that character does. With only one of the three manners, those characters never seem real (even when their dead body is displayed in trash cans - yes, multiple - onstage). Like I said, it is a really severe play that thinks it can define itself as a comedy because of a few scattered laughs in Act One and a character who, shot in the head, continues to lurch around the stage and babble like an increasingly broken record for about a minute before finally collapsing. At least tickets were only £15. Not bad at all for professional theatre with big names! But, programs were being sold for £4 ($6.55). NO THANKS! As someone who collects playbills, this was a little disappointing. Also, I should mention that we were in the back row of the steepest/highest balcony I have ever seen in my life. Oy gavult. Scary. We had to be on the edge of our seats in order to see anything, but, let me assure you, it was not the gripping plot that had me leaning in.