My main reservation about the play is that some of the details of the serial killer's career put one in mind of Fred West, and there's an uncomfortable feeling that real-life wickedness is being hijacked, and trivialised, in the name of dubious entertainment. It may be the human skeleton that almost gives the game, or rather the Mindgame away. There's something synthetic and hollow about Horowitz's resort to cruelty. His attempts to revolt and chill the blood are luridly excessive. He makes psychopathic behaviour laughable and silly, rather than shocking.
Some plays are merely absurd and the quicker they limp to the final curtain the better.
But some are enjoyably absurd and such a one is Anthony Horowitz's Mindgame at the Vaudeville. The jokes, thrills and deliberate bathos in Richard Baron's artful production, even the blood, are only here to entertain us, which they do, often in the worst possible taste, so this is not a show for anyone who has recently been eaten. Whilst every effort has been taken to ensure the accuracy of the information on 'Albemarle of London's West End Theatre Guide' , no responsibility can be accepted for any errors or omissions - always confirm 'curtain up' times when you book your tickets.