Lyttelton Theatre, London SE1
Reading the text of Travelling Light, I realised that Nicholas Wright's new fantasy about the birth of American cinema was away with the fairies but, I hoped, in a magical way. When I went to see it, however, I saw a troupe trying very hard to be charming, when they needed to try a lot harder to be dramatic, and all the best bits happening in silence in film clips projected above the set.
What is this fantasy? Nothing less than that Hollywood was born in the shtetls of eastern Europe at the turn of the last century. Wright's ambition in making up a back story for Louis B Mayer, Cecil B DeMille and Sam Goldwyn, and, indeed, an explanation for the Jewish dominance of US cinema, is …