Those of us with a hatred of costume drama are in good company. Although the three actors of Stute theatre turn up for their tribute to the Brontë sisters, I Am No Bird, in regulation bonnets and historically accurate cotton dresses, something is amiss.
After a pretty piano song, they try reading some Brontë prose. But the corsets are too tight and the mood too genteel. The passages come across as melodramatic where they should be impassioned. Instead of the maverick Brontës, they are giving us heritage theatre. It can’t last.
