The old art-imitates-life-imitates-art-imitates-life-imitates-who-the-hell-cares type of story is a pet-hate of mine. The idea of an actor who goes too far and lives the role seems to be perpetually fascinating to everyone but me.
John Loder, calcified as usual, plays an actor famous for playing “The Brighton Strangler”, who, during an air-raid, is hit on the head by a chunk of roof, and heads to Brighton to act out the play for real in his delirious state. Utter tosh.
