Too much of too little is not enough. I want more.
Expectations are the hardest bitches to contain.
I wanted that wit, humour, sarcasm and knack for swift one liners. I hoped to laugh out loud at every passage, every memory and every tale.
Instead I got bored.
Too many words, too many events but all the same over and over, too little variety.
I had the feeling that, although its language style is Britishly pitch-perfect, it only allowed to remain on the surface of what his character and personality was. I don't think he went deep enough.
I hoped for a more outspoken elegy and detailed analysis of his own plays. Instead trips, openings, encounters, tea parties followed each other through the eyes of a semi Victorian mentality without that purposeful thread I call 'the living'.