To be honest, I did not really enjoy this play. I am not even going to attempt to summarise the plot, but I am just going to do a Ctrl+C & Ctrl+V of the lengthy synopsis from Sistic.
The plot surrounds a young, highly ambitious, assistant bank manager, Peter Hunter, who lives in a flat above his bank with his attractive, new bride, Frances. Married life is bliss and Peter's banking career blossoming but then Frances innocently sends a mail order for some Scandinavian glassware. What comes back though is a box full of Scandinavian – 'er, adult material! Then the fun starts!
The two, along with the bank's frantic, chief cashier Brian Runnicles, must decide what to do with the subsequent veritable and unstoppable flood of extremely dubious photographs, books entitled 1001 Perversions, reels of blue movies and even the arrival of two, glamourous "party girls" that threaten to engulf this happy couple - not to mention Peter's career at the bank!
The matter is considerably complicated by the sudden arrival of Frances' overpowering and intruding mother-in-law, Eleanor, and Mr. Bromhead (Peter's so-important boss), Mr. Needham (a visiting bank inspector of even greater importance), and Superintendent Paul (a nosey police superintendent who won't be deterred and threatens to reveal everything).
Add the muddled Brian Runnicles who does everything wrong in his reluctant efforts to help set everything right and all of that works up to a hilarious ending worth of one of the great, British farce plays.
No Sex Please, We're British
This riotous comic farce notched up a staggeringly successful sixteen-year run in the West End.
The plot surrounds a young, highly ambitious, assistant bank manager, Peter Hunter, who lives in a flat above his bank with his attractive, new bride, Frances. Married life is bliss and Peter's banking career blossoming but then Frances innocently sends a mail order for some Scandinavian glassware. What comes back though is a box full of Scandinavian – 'er, adult material! Then the fun starts!
The two, along with the bank's frantic, chief cashier Brian Runnicles, must decide what to do with the subsequent veritable and unstoppable flood of extremely dubious photographs, books entitled 1001 Perversions, reels of blue movies and even the arrival of two, glamourous "party girls" that threaten to engulf this happy couple - not to mention Peter's career at the bank!
The matter is considerably complicated by the sudden arrival of Frances' overpowering and intruding mother-in-law, Eleanor, and Mr. Bromhead (Peter's so-important boss), Mr. Needham (a visiting bank inspector of even greater importance), and Superintendent Paul (a nosey police superintendent who won't be deterred and threatens to reveal everything).
Add the muddled Brian Runnicles who does everything wrong in his reluctant efforts to help set everything right and all of that works up to a hilarious ending worth of one of the great, British farce plays.
I do not blame you if you did not get through all that.
Sure, there were funny moments worth a chuckle or two, but by and large the plot about the characters' shame and panic over the pornographic materials mailed to them is dated since people these days might even post about the hilarious error on their social media sites.
Plus, it did not help that the acoustics of the theatre was not that good so some of the dialogue spoken was barely audible from where we were seated. The elderly gentleman seated in front of me constantly turned to his younger companion and asked her to repeat what the actors said. As you can imagine, that really added to my enjoyment of the show.
I need to point out that the actors played their roles well, but their acting could not save the show from its plot. Tickets to the play are upwards of $100 and in my humble opinion, not worth the price.
No Sex Please, We're British
Event Date: Wed, 6 - Sat, 16 May 2015; Tue - Fri: 8pm; Sat & Sun: 4pm & 8pm
Venue: Jubilee Hall, Raffles Hotel
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