I was recalling my first trip to NYC in my recent travel blog and in particular that one of the plays I saw in that 1980 visit was a preview of Arthur Miller’s The American Clock (which closed soon after opening, but got an NT production some years later). The co-incidence was that I’d booked to see it at the Finborough two days after my return – and very glad I was that I had. Director Phil Wilmott’s idea of framing the play with scenes at a present day exhibition of great depression photos was inspired and heightened even further the parallels between 1929 and today. Given the number of scenes, the production has to be simple and it was, and the acting was the usual high standard we’ve got used to at the Finborough - but what grabs you is the uncanniness of the contemporary relevance of Miller writing 30 years ago about something that happened 80 years ago. Spooky! - Gareth James
02 May 12
Indifferent acting, too rigid staging around a rather bland photography gallery left this tricky Arthur Miller play in limbo. Sure it had some moments when it appeared to be going somewere. the greedy, baddie, capitalist bankers were the main fault and so topically so, but the it was not the sum of its parts and, you know, I suspect Mr Miller knew that too. It was a clunky production and suffered too much from some weak performances - a touch AmDram at times and yet there were moments when it really came together. The Finborough were brave taking this play on, but I think, in this case, it needed the National to pull it off. 4/5 for effort, but 2/5 for the result! - rds