It doesn’t take long for the protagonists of Sarah Ruhl’s 2011-set romantic comedy – two actors who have been cast in a 1930s melodrama called The Last Kiss – to realise they’ve signed up for a theatrical flop in the making. The director is hopeless, all wafting hands and evasive “just trust your instincts”; the young supporting cast are as wooden as the boards they’re tentatively treading; and the bombastic script feels ludicrous to the pair’s naturalistically trained ears.
There is also a whopper of an art-imitating-life situation afoot: the pair, elusively named He and She, are portraying but also happen to be first loves, reuniting to crackling chemistry despite She and her character each being married with a grownup daughter.
