Full of cheesy impersonations of villains, far too much telling and a phony "I-went-to-RADA" performance by British actor Roger Llewellyn, Sherlock Holmes... The Last Act!, is an endless two-act play in search of an author.
Someone named David Stuart Davies is credited with the script. He's the editor of something called Sherlock Holmes: The Detective Magazine. He's not a playwright. I doubt he's even seen a play.
Given the ridiculously undramatic material, which careens from Holmes's career highlights to maudlin psychobabble about the detective's abusive father, Llewellyn occasionally compels with sheer force of personality, especially in the second act.
But frankly, my dear Watson, it's amateur.
SHERLOCK HOLMES... THE LAST ACT!, by David Stuart Davies, directed by Gareth Armstrong, with Roger Llewellyn. Presented by the Federal Bureau of Entertainment at the Palmerston Library Theatre (560 Palmerston). Runs to July 29, Thursday-Saturday 8 pm. $15, stu/srs $12. 870-8000. Rating: NN