Review On An Inspector Calls

Cynthia Citron

Registered Critic

The play is “An Inspector Calls”. Unfortunately, he was calling from another country. And another century. With accents so “teddily British” that the play could have really used subtitles.
An Inspector Calls", in my view, does not warrant being hailed as "the theatrical event of its generation," as it has been, in spite of Director Stephen Daldry's version having won three Oliviers, four Tonys, and seven Drama Desk Awards.
It starts out on a virtually empty stage, much too spacious for the oddly designed house plunked in the middle of it.
The Inspector arrives to question the principals about a young woman who has committed suicide. The two young men, Gerald and Eric, recognize her as a woman they had each slept with (gasp!). Eric, in fact, had impregnated her, and Gerald had stolen money to help her out (gasp! gasp!).
If there are any thrills or chills to be had, as advertised, they turn up at the end of the play, but I wasn't particularly thrilled or chilled.

Cynthia Citron has lived and worked on every continent except Antarctica as a journalist, public relations and communications director, a documentary screenwriter and a theater reviewer. She is also a co-founder of Earthwatch, the scientific research expedition company, and served as the editor of Bostonia, the prize-winning alumni magazine of Boston University.