Fluting, acerbic, but also surprisingly warm, Stephen Fry’s Lady Bracknell is the trump card of Max Webster’s hyper-camp reading of Oscar Wilde’s peerless comedy. Handsomely remounted in the West End with a new cast, the show feels more effortful, more try-hard, than it did at the National last November. Until Fry’s two appearances, that is.
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