A woman buried up to her waist by a cliff-face on a sandy beach. The sand is a mound, spreading like a ginormous skirt, and grains of it trickle threateningly down from the rocks.
A Nottingham nurse becomes an amateur porn star. Hilarity ensues.
An adaptation is always going to differ from its source material. Deal with it. A play can’t be the book, and neither can a movie; what’s necessary is to capture the mood and essence of the story and transplant it to a different medium.
You'll have heard of Avenue Q before, of course, the delinquent boozy stepchild of Sesame Street. There's a major touring production happening later in the year, but those who can't wait and are down south would be well directed to this latest production from the Brighton Theatre Group.
Strangers on a Train is a welcome stage adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s novel of the same name, published in 1950 and turned into a film shortly thereafter by one Alfred Hitchcock.