Peterson is just marvellous as Bishop (and all the characters he encounters from ignorant upper class twits in the War Office, to saucy French chanteuses). Unfortunately he had to stop the play about ten minutes in to ask a patron to stop texting as the blue light from his cell phone was distracting him. I can never understand the complete disrespect of people who forget to turn their cell phones off, or in this case, deliberately text while a performance is in progress - why on earth do they bother showing up at all? Peterson handled the disruption with class. "The one good thing about the First World War," he said to the audience, "is there were no cell phones!"
With the centenary of WWI just a few years away, I fully expect (hopefully) a number of WWI plays to be revived in theatre companies both big and small. I have my fingers crossed that someone - maybe the Shaw Festival? - will mount Sean O'Casey's The Silver Tassie. Or bring back their marvellous production of Journey's End that they did a few years ago. Might I finally get to see Noel Coward's Post-Mortem? In the meanwhile, Soulpepper is getting a jumpstart. Billy Bishop Goes to War is the perfect segue into their next production, a revival of the 1963 satirical musical Oh What a Lovely War. Oh, yes, I have tickets already.