I’ll admit it – I’m not one for the theatre. Don’t get me wrong, attending a play is just fine, I’m just not that mad about mysteries that revolve around one. There’s this whole world of the stage that seems somewhat alien to me, and as varied as the writers and trappings may be, a theatrical murder plot always feels somewhat the same. Panic in Box C, Puzzle for Players, Cue for Murder – they’re fine enough stories (although there isn’t anything verging on a classic in those ranks), but you kind of know what you’re going to get. A cast of suspects made up by, er… the cast… of the play, plus a stage manager or two, a security guard, and maybe a stage hand. We’ll be taken behind the curtain into a world of grease paint, and subjected to 150+ pages of interviews. Someone will break into a dressing room at night, plus some antics are sure to occur outside of the bounds of the theatre.
I don’t know… it never really clicked for me. It’s funny, because many similar tropes apply when it comes to country house murders, but for some reason I tend to enjoy them there.
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