“I’m Death.” “And you’re on holiday?” Well, there’s really no way to disguise the preposterousness of this show’s premise, nor to reconcile its winking humour and self-serious grand romance. Thus, Thom Southerland’s London premiere wisely diverts attention to its seductive qualities as a stylish period piece – come for the flappers, Champers, saucy maids and misty Italian arches.
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