It was always going to be difficult to follow Audrey Hepburn and the film version of this Truman Capote story of a wayward young girl looking for meaning in her life.
Holly Golightly went through men by the dozen looking for the right one and enough money to live the high life but that wasn’t the solution. Then along comes a young writer, she calls him Fred because that’s her brother’s name and probably that’s the crux of her longing, to have her trusted and grounded brother back in her life. The writer loves her but it’s complicated and it doesn’t work out, the will-o’-the wisp simply can’t settle down. Nor does this production.
For me, and many around me, it was more like a radio play, the stage seemed huge but underused except for the long line of doorways into the various flats against the Manhattan skyline and the outside staircase.
I think the audience was waiting for all the old familiar songs but this is not a musical, it’s a play with music and there’s a difference. This is not identified on the programme. Only two songs, including Moon River, and Georgia May Foote sang them beautifully but the rest was dialogue which was often hard to hear, all too fast. Matt Barber as Fred spoke to the audience at times just to keep us up to speed with what was going on but I didn’t feel for him as he tried to establish a relationship with Holly.
There were two standout performances, Holly’s husband Doc (Robert Calvert) who married her when she was a teenager and still loves her and Bob the large white cat. The audience reacted more to Bob than to anyone.