The Church Hall in NW3 may be up for sale, but it's still the repository of a stack of glowing, if uneasy, memories of a misspent youth. Mick Mahoney's funny and perceptive play starts off feeling artificial and ends up overplotted, but sharp detail and truthfully tangled relationships enable it to avoid too rutted a course. Edward Hall's production elicits beautifully shaded performances, particularly from Michael French's Gucci-suited Jerry (above), and Doon Mackichan's splendidly unforced Kate (above).
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