Firstly, and frankly. "Flickering Light" bored us. We require for our appetite something a little more enticing. Perhaps it is from lack of exercise—but fortune-tellers, poisoned amulets and so on, when sat down to cold, are fearfully stodgy. And we were not made to feel happy, because the actors were definitely not happy either, or at their ease. The happiness and enjoyment of the cast is, of course, half the battle, especially if they are not capable of much else.

The producer was, may we venture to suggest, a little unwise in selecting a play that called for fine acting when he was limited in the scope at his disposal. A play with plenty of action would have obviated his difficulty. But unfortunately this was a most inactive, even. In fact, nonchalant piece, especially as, regards the part of Bobble, which was played by Doris Stephenson. She gave us an impression of affectedness rather than of acting. We were forced to wonder once or twice what she was going to do with that delightfully abbreviated skirt of hers. But of course nothing happened, and it was quite fun.

In the setting the producer succeeded with a simple and co-ordinate stage. Otherwise, there was nothing else in "Flickering Light" requiring mention.