by Bettine Manktelow
Directed by Mark Kimsey
Produced by Ritchard Tysoe
February 4, 5 & 6, 2010
Linda |
Jo Williams |
Sandra |
Alison Marshall |
Ginny |
Katherine Plummer |
Harry |
David Bowers |
Alex |
Ritchard Tysoe |
Sylvia |
Sue Worker |
Martin |
Mark Kimsey |
Moppet |
Barbara Williams |
Location: The action takes place on the stage of a small
theatre at the end of a pier.
Time: The present
Programme Notes
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About Tonight's Playright
"People go to amateur theatre to be amused and entertained", explains
Bettine Manktelow, who has been writing plays for amateurs for 30 years.
"They don't want to be shocked or outraged and they don't like swearing or
nudity. They like middle of the road entertainment, a good mystery or
something to make them laugh."
Manktelow wrote her first play, They Call It Murder,
for Thanet Dramatic Society in 1976 after she found it did not have enough
male members to cast any of the available plays in print. So she wrote
something in which all the speaking parts bar two were for women.
It was subsequently produced by Folkestone Repertory Company and published
by Samuel French.
"Like many people of my generation I was influenced by John Osborne and
the angry young men of the fifties", says Manktelow. "I tried to write
socially significant plays when I was younger but they never seemed to get
anywhere and I was always getting letters of rejection from the BBC and
various places. So I toned down my ambitions and started writing mysteries
and thrillers."
Since moving to Kent in the early nineties, Bettine Manktelow set up her
own amateur company, the New Deal TC, based in Deal, which premieres all
her new plays. She never submits anything to French's for publication until
she has given it a test run with New Deal.
About Tonight's Play
An amateur dramatic company are rehearsing a thriller in a theatre
at the end of a pier when they find they are locked in and gradually
the members are being killed off. Is it one of their number or is there
somebody else locked in the empty theatre who will not stop till they are all dead?
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