The Night of the Iguana, Noel Coward Theatre

In Tahiti in 1940, a penniless Tennessee Williams lay in a hammock beside another writer also despairing of ever finding success, both binge-drinking rum-cocos and welcoming the dramatic storms that temporarily eclipsed their melancholy. To make matters worse, a party of German Nazis was bragging about their success in the war, and Williams’ friend pitched “the long swim to China”.

Read my full BroadwayWorld review here

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