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Unfortunately, the production fails to realize that the dialogue in itself is the attraction of these plays, not the development of characters or progress of the story. While After Magritte is tolerably brief, The Real Inspector Hound, performed with the same cast, ponderously follows every twist in the script...
Like After Magritte, The Real Inspector Hound is a detective parody; the twist here is to blur the lines between audience, reviewer, cast and character. The "mystery," such as it is, is irrelevant, merely serving as an excuse for Stoppard to play with conventions of the stage. Set in a Gothic mansion on the moors, a group of caricatures expound upon their social problems--but somewhere outside, an escaped criminal lurks. The players include a dimwitted blonde (Susan Kelly), a melodramatic maiden (Meg Schellenberg) and a gruff crippled veteran (Wise) who play cards endlessly. Into the scene comes a stranger...
...convinced that a once valued aide must leave. When Sherman Adams, Dwight Eisenhower's steely chief of staff, admitted in 1958 that he had accepted a vicuna coat and some blankets from Textile Manufacturer Bernard Goldfine, even Ike, who had vowed that his Administration would be "clean as a hound's tooth," took no action until Republican fat cats warned that party fund raising might suffer unless Adams left. Eisenhower let aides pass that worry along to Adams, who then stepped down. As Adams wrote in his memoirs: "Any presidential appointee whose presence in the Administration becomes an embarrassment...
...swirled outside his cramped office, Nettleton kindled yet another cigarette, propped his scuffed cowboy boots on the desk and pondered the renegade Dallas, who's been on the loose since a jailbreak last Easter Sunday. Abruptly he blew out the match and turned, a flinty glare transforming his hound-dog eyes. The sheriff wanted Dallas, dead or alive. "If they'd bring one of his hands back from Mexico, I'd be happy, I guess," drawled the lean and lanky lawman. "I just wanta know something's been done...
...with his treasure: a 1,905-carat star sapphire with an estimated uncut value of $2.28 million. Said he: "I'm astounded that this one pebble out of God's universe will take care of my children's lives. That makes me feel very good." But somewhere a rock hound is crying...