The Woman In Black has been frightening audiences for 25 years, with its ghost story about a man, sent to a dead woman’s house to go through her paperwork for legal reasons.
The audience are on edge, waiting for something scary to happen and any slight flicker of light leaves teenage girls screaming and laughing in delight.
The Woman In Black is a clever idea for a show. Very simple with just two and a half actors on stage, telling a ghost story. I found myself lacking concentration during the second act. I wasn’t engulfed by the story and when I realised Daniel Radcliffe wasn’t going to jump up on me from behind, I spent most of my time looking at the colours of my Jelly Babies (which to the theatres credit were emptied out of the packet and into a plastic cup to avoid rustling noises during the show).
I may have been one of the few exceptions but I wasn’t particularly scared by anything during the show, which given its reputation I would have expected. Maybe all those years of looking at myself in the mirror have taught me not to fear ugly sights. For me, the scariest part of the show was when I ran out of wine!
Reviewed by West End Wilma
Thanks to my friends at Official Theatre letting me go along and review this show.