Afterlife - National Theatre

Annoyingly, the West End Whingers got to the Wilde paraphrase before I had a chance, but, yes; one bio-play written in verse is a misfortune, two starts to look like a bit of a worry. After several years of putting out pretty consistently good stuff, the National seems to have hit a bit of a fallow period, with no less than four plays based on biographical material since the beginning of the year, with all four garnering less than fulsome praise in some quarters. Sad to report, Afterlife does nothing to buck this trend.