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‘I like to witness murder’, I began to write on the bus, looking up to check there were no furtive eyes lingering on my page. Perhaps the bus wasn’t the best place to be declaring that to the world, but it was still true enough. I like to witness murder. Oh, not real murder, dear reader. Not genuine skullduggery and crime, but the improvised variety, of the type that you might see at, (*insert dramatic pause*)…Murder Village.
For those who love Agatha Christie and Murder Mystery dinners and the more refined side of murder, Murder Village is an absolute treat. This is 1950s murder. Murder with hats and gloves, murder with manners. And the actors are flawless. Commendable. And deliciously funny.
The basic premise always remains the same, dear reader. Several actors, (on this occasion, a spiritualist, a librarian, a detective, an ‘entrepreneurial’ woman, a nun and ‘Miss Marmalade’,) all trying to solve a murder. The audience votes on the victim, the culprit, the weapon, the clue and other important details. The cast then improvises their way through a hilarious, excellent, tremendous show. Other than costumes, there aren’t any props, and everything is imagined, making for some funny and fantastical moments.
Murder Village is excellently produced and acted out. The performers rarely skip a beat and flesh out the imagined details of the village with aplomb. Lovers of old world charm will be delighted. While it’s not the 1920s setting of Poirot, the 1950s was still a great era for old-fashioned murder.
Much like Midsomer Murders, you might find yourself pondering how one small village can attract so much undesirable activity. But fret not, dear reader. This is exclusively the land of make-believe, and no Murder Village orphans were harmed. If you can suspend your disbelief for an hour or so, you’ll be treated to a supremely well ‘executed’ show, (pardon the pun), one you might even want to risk writing about on the bus!
This is showing until 16th February – get in while you can!