The Winslow Boy
There is something bewildering about this production of The Winslow Boy. For much of it I was certain I could see everyone's lips moving, but I didn't get what they were saying. I mean I did understand the words, but as to the sense of it all - that wasn't making its way across the footlights to where I was sitting. The Winslow home on a rainy Sunday afternoon just before World War I - and Ronnie Winslow (Spencer …