She gabbles about her pioneer ancestors, her job, her partner, her inane fantasies. Truly, Collins has cornered the market in exquisite, exasperating Americans abroad. He withholds and sneers, slagging off McDonald’s and taunting her for pursuing him. Red flags start to wave: the building is condemned; the apartment has a feminine touch. When Manuel’s tragic secret is revealed, it renders much of what has gone before frankly creepy.
Barcelona at the Duke of York’s Theatre review: Lily Collins makes a sensational stage debut
