Despite a star cast, Catch Me If You Can is a slow burning, half-baked thriller that fails to captivate.
Deep in the Catskill mountains, Danny Corban (Patrick Duffy) is frustrated at the local police chief (Gray O’Brien) – who appears uninterested in the disappearance of his wife.
When a woman claiming to be Corban’s wife (Duffy’s real-life partner Linda Purl) turns up, Corban is left to defend his own sanity against a twisted plot to have him locked up.
There are too few twists to keep the audience interested in Jack Weinstock and Willie Gilbert’s script, coupled with a lacklustre performance by Patrick Duffy – the only on stage to be mic’d – which sets the pace for the evening.
On paper, Catch Me If You Can has the potential to be an engaging thriller. In reality, it doesn’t deliver.
This production is a parody of a mystery without the laughs; a poor immigration of Agatha Christie with only a few interesting plot twists.
Running at two hours with an interval, the whole thing could be condensed to half that – given all the drama happens in its closing scene. That’s not uncommon for a thriller, but there is usually a bit of meat to keep an audience interested.
Audiences appear to come along to see the big-named stars on stage. Frankly, seeing Duffy and Purl is about the only thing that you won’t be disappointed with.