Described
by one critic as "an object of pure virtuoso craft and
display…as nearly perfect as a P.G.Wodehouse plot: tiny,
ludicrous and beautiful as an ivory Mickey Mouse," in
The Real Inspector Hound Stoppard takes his
fascination with the mixture of theatre and reality
a step further, creating a disturbing mélange of the
real and the fantastic in a truly bizarre send-up of
an old-fashioned Country House Murder Mystery. Two critics
who have come to review a play cross
over the |