Most of those chairs are manoeuvred into place so that the characters can subside onto them when necessary by Jonathan Ashley doubling the laconic Lane and the seen-better-days Merriman. If Ashley Cook's Moncrieff is a thoroughly laid-back young-man-about-town, Paul Sandys' Worthing is the exact opposite – all nervous energy which twists into sharpness; you feel that he's his own worst enemy just when he's most in need of friendly support.
His main opponent, of course, is Lady Bracknell. Judith Paris makes her a formidable dowager, injecting a lethal double-dose of non-comprehension and disdain into the phrase “an alliance with a parcel!”. Making her professional début, Helen Keeley's Gwendolen is very much her mother's daughter; one feels sure that she will rule the roost if and when she marries Worthing. Helen Phillips as Cecily is a quicksilver minx with a finely developed sense of just what she can get away with.
Both Laoisha O'Callaghan's Miss Prism and Peter Cadden's Dr Chasuble are fleshed-out portraits, rather than caricatures. There's an air of driven intensity about O'Callaghan which makes it plain that Prism's just the sort of person whose attention will be more on what she wants – be that publishing her manuscript novel or leading Chasuble to his own altar – than on the minutiae of the job for which she's actually been hired.
All in all, it's an interesting reading
of a comedy which is so well made that its sheer nonsense carries it
through any manner of stagings. This one is, however, just a touch
too clever for its own good.