The Lehman Trilogy at Gillian Lynne Theatre: A must-see masterclass in performing arts

The Lehman Trilogy returns to the West End to much fanfare after a triumphant, almost non-stop transatlantic run since its National Theatre opening in 2018. But does it live up to the hype? In short, yes, it probably does. Directed by titan of stage and screen Sam Mendes, this Tony Award-winning production's longevity is a testament to the power of its compelling narrative. It is raw, unflinching entertainment buttressed by a deftly crafted script and underpinned by first-class performances.

It is not easy to bring an audience with you for over 200 minutes. It is perhaps even harder using a mostly third-person dialogue delivered by just three actors. Add to that a stripped-back set, lack of high-end special effects or full musical score. (There is an enchanting underscore played by lone pianist Cat Beveridge, which seamlessly melds with the drama and is reminiscent of silent movies deriving from an era the play depicts.) And yet, somehow this performance manages to keep pace - held together by masterful acting of the highest quality.

Packing 163 years of history into one play is no easy task. But it is what this performance sets out to do. Cast Leighton Pugh (an accomplished understudy in the performance I attended) Aaron Krohn and Howard W. Overshown execute it with aplomb. We are taken through the perspectives of various generations of the Lehman family. Starting with Henry Lehman's arrival to New York in September 1844 on a boat from Germany, and concluding with the family bank's well-documented demise.

Everything takes place encased in Es Devlin's giant rotating set decked out like the interior of a generic modern office building. There is the use of anachronisms, such as those iconic boxes staff were forced to carry containing their possessions upon Lehman Brothers' insolvency. And a monochrome backdrop peppered with epic American landscapes, both urban and rural, helps create an almost euphoric and heady atmosphere.

One critique has been that it does not dwell on the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers and its ensuing fallout. Some argue this omission renders the story somehow incomplete. For me, this misses the point. To begin with, it has been done. We all know the evil bankers are the villains of the piece. Instead, Ben Power's adaption of Stefano Massini's script crafts something of a microcosm of the entrepreneurial free enterprise that defines the American disposition.

It is an altogether more human portrayal of an often faceless and harsh corporate world. The audience is invited to draw their own conclusions rather than feel scorn for this drama's main protagonists. In any case, Jon Clark's chiaroscuro lighting and intense nightmare scenes serve as a fitting vehicle to warn against the consequences of avarice.

The lack of any real female perspective or portrayal of women - other than droll lampooning caricatures, which attract much derision - has been noted in previous appraisals. It is a fair point. But I am not sure it takes away from the overall impact of the play - whose goal, after all, is to entertain. And it does that by the bucketful.

Its dramatic denouement culminates in a technicolour pastiche of the moments building up to the infamous Lehman Brothers collapse of 2008. A standing ovation met the cast shortly after. This show is "quite simply, theatre at its finest," Gillian Lynne Theatre patron Andrew Lloyd Webber gushes in a glossy programme note.

It is, quite simply, hard to argue with that.

The Lehman Trilogy is playing a strictly limited run at the Gillian Lynne Theatre until January 5, 2025