Linda Marlowe and Tennessee Williams fit each other like hand and glove. Marlowe has both the delicacy and the viciousness required. She can do the moth fluttering too close to the candle and she can do the hand that carelessly swipes it away and squashes it. She is a wonderful actor. But what she needs is a proper play, not this stream of Edinburgh one woman shows that look like extended audition pieces.
Mortal Ladies Possessed takes several Williams short stories and weaves them together to tell the story of the lodgers who pass through the doors of a deep south boarding house. It is a neat enough idea and it should evoke ghosts. But Matthew Hurt's script is not seamless and too often Marlowe is forced to do that horrible talking to yourself thing that happens in solo shows when there is only one person on stage but two characters. At one point Marlowe talks to a hat. I rest my case.
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