Trafalgar Studios, LondonPlaywrights, like policemen, are getting younger. Teenage writers are now regularly found at the Royal Court, but when 18-year-old Christopher Hampton wrote this play in 1964 he was hailed as a prodigy. It is easy to see why: set in a London bedsit shared by the intellectually precocious but emotionally stunted Oxford-bound Ian, and the pretty young wastrel, Jimmy (a useful Sam Swainsbury), w…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 02:20PM on September 20, 2011