FOR as long as the theatre has existed, there have been two very distinct types of playwrights: those who rail against its structures and conventions, and those who embrace them wholeheartedly. 

Noel Coward could definitely be counted among the latter group, and Present Laughter is a stirring example of why this need not be a bad thing.

The structure is certainly predictable, following matinée idol Garry Essendine (Samuel West) as he prepares for a tour of Africa. As the play opens a whirlwind of supporting faces enter the fray: a struggling avant-gardist playwright with a stalkerish streak, a befuddled star-struck debutante, his acerbic secretary Monica (Downton Abbey’s Phyllis Logan), and his devoted but thoroughly tested estranged wife. Things soon descend into farce when the lothario is besieged and soon won over by the advances of a seductress in his inner circle, threatening to destroy decades-long friendships. 

In true Coward style, each is given choice lines and the chance to chew the scenery, though none more than Garry. Samuel West throws himself into a part that the best have played, and secures his position among them. His Garry is an effeminate, effusive diva-ish dandy with charm to spare and an entourage that hangs on his every word.

Zoe Boyle is equally formidable as Joanna, the fiery wife of his friend and business partner, on the prowl for a new conquest following the collapse of her last affair.

Written as a light comedy, this isn’t a production that touches new ground, finds a new perspective on the human condition or that challenges conservative tastes. But in what is proving to be a particularly tumultuous period, its deft touch, quick wit and irrepressible gaiety are a true joy.

Noel Coward never subverted conventions, but he certainly knew how to write a good night of theatre.

Present Laughter runs at the Theatre Royal Bath until Saturday, July 9.