There are two reasons to go to this. 1. to see Gillian Anderson throw her brilliantly honed acting skills around the stage (admittedly in a role whose originator can't be outdone); 2. to remember why All About Eve is such a great film. Ive van Hove's production however, is not a reason to go. The set gives off a distinct vibe of C-grade 80s porn. A great deal of the action is live-projected onto a large screen above the actors, and the roving camera people and stagehands give off the impression that the handsomely-paying audience is getting in the way of a film shoot. That so many scenes happen in the stage wings, unseen by at least a quarter of the house at any one time, also suggests that van Hove enjoys making theatre that's aloof and inaccessible. Pity. This could have been such a beautiful and exciting night at the theatre. P.S. Monica Dolan should win an Olivier for her turn as Karen.