If So, Then Yes
If So, Then Yes was commissioned by the NT, and emerges in Simon Usher’s rumpled, bumpy world premiere in Jermyn Street as a likeable meditation on death and the afterlife by an old writer in a nursing home.
The world and his wife pay a call, interrupting his dictation, invading the open day and suggesting that Jean-Paul Sartre won the Nobel Prize because of his perfect teeth. And if it’s the divine presence you’re looking for, you’d have to go a long way to beat Clacton, according to one of the cleaners.
It’s wonderful to see the silvery-voiced Roddy Maude-Roxby again as the inquisitive, autobiographical Geoffrey Wythenshaw, but the performance stutters anxiously along without any sense of continuity, and this affects the various contributions of a good cast including Paul Copley, Di Botcher, Sarah Crowden and Steven Beard, quick-changing like mad as relatives, care workers, tourists, businessmen and fellow geriatrics.