Russell Bolam’s production retains the period “feel” of bleak, bottom-line austerity...an engaging, pungent satire on finding yourself stateless in your own home.
It makes for a buoyant evening that displays the satiric strengths of the genre...to the names of Czechoslovakia’s Václav Havel and Poland’s Sławomir Mrożek, one can now add Bulgaria’s Stanislav Stratiev.
It’s a refreshing show, offering a glimpse of how Ray Cooney might have written if he’d ever been really persecuted, apart from suffering the odd bad review.