Yesterday evening my Arts Editor and I attended Theater In The Round’s production of a recently re-discovered play by Agatha Christie, Towards Zero. Per usual, this is a murder mystery involving British gentry, involving those with too much money, those with barely enough, and a few staring into the blackness of insanity. It was a little slow in the first half, as the conventions of 80 years ago are not those of today, but in the second half the pace of events picks up, the body is found, and we get a peek into the diseased intellect of a killer who thought themselves too cool to be caught. And as two lovers sail off to South America, it seems to be a commentary by Christie, or whoever is responsible for the leavetaking, on the subtle illnesses of English society.
Nicely produced in the circular space of TitR, we had a fun little evening, and if it wasn’t all that profound, that’s OK. Sometimes a bit of fluff is just what the doctor ordered.
