Shared Experience's Brontë asks how it could possibly have happened that these three sisters living isolated, tragic lives in the Yorkshire moors could have become literary giants. And I guess you can say it succeeds because it's now very clear to me that the answer is "who cares?" Following the lives of sisters Emily (Wuthering Heights) and Charlotte (Jane Eyre,) unsuccessful brother Branwell and the other one, Anne (having started with a joke about how Anne is largely the neglected Brontë, writer Polly Teale goes on to do pretty much that - her novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall gets the briefest possible acknowledgement.) Told out of sequence, the 2 and three-quarter hours end up feeling like just a load of stuff happening rather than a story - for example the point at which the interval comes feels as if it was picked at random and the end of just about any scene would have done. Humourless, joyless and endless, I found it a life-sapping experience. Chahine Lavroyan's lighting's nice enough.
Brontë by Polly Teale is booking until the 30th of April at the Tricycle Theatre.