Boris Smolensky's budget repertory production of Murder At Priorswell Manor is looking decidedly shaky. The cast are more interested in their egos than the play, and life imitates art when Boris's wife, Renee, is murdered on stage. Was it Ginette, Boris's pretty but dippy mistress? Or was it Boris himself? And is there more to Boris and stage-manager Pat's stormy relationship than meets the eye? The hilarious text employs a play-within-a-play device to ruthlessly satirise the politics of the inept company and numerous red herrings keep the audience guessing until the final moments of the action.