Wilde's play is possibly the peak of perfection of its style - witty, mildly cynical, gently satirical and very, very stylish. Every now and then somebody manages to produce absolute perfection in casting in a film or play, and this is a prime specimen! Not a weak link from the big parts - Algy and Jack - down to the more-or-less one-liner domestics. It's not just the brilliant glitter of the text, it's what a superb cast does with it, gratefully, gleefully seizing on the material and whanging it out to the audience with gusto, panache and consummate subtlety. Not a kitchen sink in sight -- after all, Gwendolen assures us that she's never seen a spade!
All very artificial, yes, but that's just the surface - everything has an underlying human credibility, which is the very soul of comedy. What more could one ask?