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Book: Chad Beguelin and Tim Herlihy      Music: Matthew Sklar      Lyrics: Chad Beguelin      Director and choreographer: Nick Winston

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On the face of it, the New York Jets American Football team might seem more likely visitors to Wembley than a Broadway musical, but here we have the revival of a show that ran for a few months on the Great White Way in 2006. Seen previously in a 2017 United Kingdom tour originating at the Curve Theatre, Leicester, The Wedding Singer, is an adaptation of a hit 1998 film of the same name. It starred Adam Sandler in the title role, played here by Kevin Clifton, who is best known as a professional dancer on television’s Strictly…

This is a show that can only succeed as a crowd pleaser and director/choreographer Nick Winston seems to know that audiences will come expecting big song and dance routines. In this respect, they should not be disappointed. Exuberant performers, glitter, flashing lights, loud music and all the show’s best tunes set the huge and totally characterless Troubadour alight, but the irony of the most famous dancer on stage standing as an onlooker throughout most of the routines does not go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, there are also scenes between the big numbers. In them, Winston’s often lumbering staging fails to capture the flavour of the script’s American humour and gets bogged down in a plot that is, to put in mildly, cheesy. Robbie Hart is a wedding singer who, himself, gets jilted at the altar by his girlfriend Linda and falls for waitress Julia, who is engaged to a complete jerk, city trader Glen. We all know from an early stage where the book by Chad Beguelin and Tim Herlihy is going, but it takes far too long for it to get there.

Clifton proves to be a lot more than just stunt casting. The pleasing personality, confidence and energy which have served him well on television take him a long way in playing Robbie. A little more subtlety and variety of tone could have taken him still further. Wedding singers are, by repute, fairly ordinary vocalists and Clifton hits that mark comfortably. Similarly, Robbie’s reputation for being a writer of terrible songs allows composer Matthew Sklar and lyricist Beguelin to set the bar low for their pop/rock numbers and sometimes they even manage to clear it.

Francis O’Connor’s set and costume designs give the production the feel of New Jersey in the Reagan era, with a large overhead screen suggesting a drive-in movie venue. Rhiannon Chesterman exudes charm and sings sweetly as Julia, Erin Bell is a very saucy Linda and Jonny Fines draws the hisses as Glen. Tara Verloop as the voluptuous temptress, Holly and Sandra Dickinson as the lustful, rapping granny, Rosie both have show stopping moments. 

There are highlights, but, sadly, this wedding is a mismatch of talented performers and sub-standard material. When the production is in celebratory mode, briefly it works, but the overriding impression is of a musical that has been put together mechanically, falling short on both wit and imagination. 

Performance date: 4 February 2020

Uncle Vanya (Harold Pinter Theatre)

Posted: January 31, 2020 in Theatre

Writer: Anton Chekhov      Adaptor: Conor McPherson      Director: Ian Rickson

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How can it be that Uncle Vanya, a play about the privileged classes living in Russia towards the end of the 19th Century, gets major revivals in the United Kingdom almost perennially? Perhaps it indicates that the air of decadence, described so vividly in Anton Chekhov’s 1898 bitter-sweet comedy, is felt no less strongly today. Perhaps the sense of living on borrowed time, seen in characters facing the calamity that would arrive with the 1917 Revolution, is felt even more acutely in this, the age of global warming.

In the play, ecology is a preoccupation of the visiting Doctor Astrov, giving Conor McPherson’s new adaptation one of its many modern touches. It seems odd that a work that deals with hopelessness, ennui, unrequited love and growing old should be classified as a comedy, but McPherson’s triumph, along with director Ian Rickson, is to ensure that the melancholy is never allowed to drown out the humour. Unlike many others, this production of the play is genuinely funny.

Vanya, in his late 40s, is managing a country estate with the help of his niece Sonya. Also living there are his stern mother, Mariya (Dearbhla Molloy), a destitute neighbouring landowner, “Waffles” (Peter Wight) and the comforting Nana (Anna Calder-Marshall). Vanya’s sister and Sonya’s mother is dead and the play begins shortly after the arrival from the city of her father, Serebryakov, an academic whose essays are, Vanya claims, read by nobody and his new wife, Yelena, who is 40 years younger than him.

Toby Jones is a superb Vanya, bored, dishevelled, cantankerous and haunted by wasted opportunities to build a more fruitful life. When he responds to small talk about conditions outdoors with: “perfect weather for slitting your wrists”, the actor’s mastery of sarcastic one-liners seems total. Richard Armitage also excels as the heavy-drinking Astrov, richly talented, but suspecting that his life is already on the slide and acutely aware that he will leave no legacy other than the trees which he nurtures proudly. Vanya and Astrov carouse over vodkas and brandies, but they are both besotted with Yelena and become rivals for her affections.

Ciarán Hinds gives authority to Serebryakov’s sometimes dithering attempts to persuade the family of the need to sell the estate in order to manage finances. Rosalind Eleazar makes Yelena a sensible and proper figure in fending off her suitors, but a kindly one in building bridges with her stepdaughter. In so doing, she tells her: “you are not ugly, you have lovely hair” giving scant consolation for her rejection by Astrov, with whom she is madly in love. Aimee Lou Wood’s beautifully observed Sonya takes the knocks stoically, picks herself up and gets on with things. 

Rae Smith’s set design has the grandeur of a room in a Tsar’s palace, with ornate decorations and a magnificent chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The lighting, designed by Bruno Poet, diminishes gradually as the clouds gather over the characters’ fortunes. Their days of opulence are coming to an end and, while they know that their existences are without purpose, they cling on, because there is nothing else for them to do.

Other Vanyas will come our way, probably in the not too distant future, but this near perfect interpretation will live long in the memory

Performance date: 30 January 2020

Photo: Johan Persson

Writer: Chris Bush      Director: Caroline Byrne

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The German myth of Faust, a man who sells his soul to the Devil in return for worldly power and riches, has been dramatised many times and in many forms, including plays by Christopher Marlow and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Chris Bush’s new version, premiering here in a co-production with Headlong, has the twist of making the central character a woman and why not? Women can be as devilish as men can’t they?

Done well, gender switches can energise classics by bringing in fresh ideas and perspectives. Certainly Bush is not short of ideas, but she proves to be less assured in knowing where to take them. We find Johanna Faustus (Jodie McNee), daughter of an apothecary, in London in the 1660s. Her mother has been hanged for witchcraft and she vows to gain revenge. Up pop Lucifer (Barnaby Power) and his sidekick, Mephistopheles (Danny Lee Winter), both looking as if they could have been left behind after last month’s pantomime here, and Johanna’s wishes are granted for the eventual price of eternal damnation.

Ana Inés Jabares-Pita’s imposing set design has the took of a large grey tunnel and we have to assume that it is leading to the Underworld. Its scale fits director Carolyn Byrne’s staging, which is never knowingly underacted and never intentionally humorous. The general air is one of hysteria, which is right for a first act that conforms generally with the original myth, but jars when Bush takes the plot in wholly different directions,

Johanna sets off, chaperoned by Mephistopheles, and slaughters a few nasties for vengeance, but it all starts to go wrong for her when she unwittingly ignites the Great Fire of London. In remorse, she decides to use her newly-acquired powers for the benefit of humanity and becomes less like the original Faust than the current Doctor Who, travelling through time at will. 

Fast-forward 200 years and Johanna meets Britain’s only female doctor (Emmanuella Cole), qualifies as a doctor herself and chats on equal terms about medicine with Marie Curie (Alicia Charles). Moving on, McNee seems a great deal more comfortable in the role of a modern professional woman than as a 17th Century victim and she lectures about “digital immortality”, aiming for a world without death. Has the writer really thought that one through?

Revenge, along with greed and power, is a credible Faustian motive, but, when Johanna’s ambitions become altruistic, the logic is dubious, leading to a second act that is packed with diffuse ideas. The writer seems to be saying that the Devil, as commonly perceived, is a force for good and even recurring pleas for justice for women are undermined. If 17th Century witch hunts represented male oppressors persecuting innocent women, Johanna’s pact with the Devil only suggests that male suspicions were justified. Inconsistencies and contradictions such as this result in relevant feminist messages feeling out of place.

A first half of Gothic melodrama and a second half of Doctor Who-style fantasy do not knit together well in Byrne’s uneven production and the play fails to offer a drama that is sufficiently compelling to engage the audience fully in Bush’s ideas. If the Devil turns up here, he (or she) will have trouble in finding a soul to make a bid for.

Performance date: 29 January 2020

Writer: Lucy Prebble      Director: Oscar Toeman

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Most plays tend to lose relevance with the passing of time, but exactly the opposite is the case with Lucy Prebble’s early success, first seen at the Royal Court Theatre in London in 2003. The Sugar Syndrome looks at random dating from the perspective of a time when internet connections were dial-up, social media was still to emerge and the term “grooming” was most commonly associated with horses, but the writer foresees the dangers that lie ahead with remarkable prescience.

Prebble was just 22-years old when the play premiered. Its central character, Dani, is 17, suffering from an eating disorder and regularly skipping sixth form college. Jessica Rhodes is utterly convincing in the role, capturing the playfulness of a teenager getting her first glimpses of the sinister side of the adult world. She puts on the air of a girl who knows a lot more than she should and matches it with the anxiety of a girl who knows very little at all.

Dani’s first encounter in an internet chatroom is with Lewis (Ali Barouti), a cocky 22-year-old who she meets and treats as if he is a sex toy. Pushing a little further, she then pretends to be an 11-year-old boy and makes contact with an older man, Tim, a paedophile who has served time in prison for a violent act of self-defence. John Hollingworth gives Tim a haunted look which suggests the inner emptiness of a man who can never do more than suppress his base instincts and never find acceptance for his true self.

The dynamics of this odd friendship become Prebble’s primary interest. Dani’s mother, Jan (Alexandra Gilbreath) is in denial about her failed marriage and too preoccupied with learning Pilates for a receptionist job at the local gym to give her daughter the attention which she craves. So Dani turns to Tim and both take on the role of counsellor to the other, providing reassurance and coaching to resist their different temptations.

Prebble’s writing is stark and provocative, but the dark humour which was to characterise her later works, such as Enron and A Very Expensive Poison, is evident throughout. Director Oscar Toeman balances the play’s tenderness and cynicism assuredly, maintaining tension, while confining the action to a tight square, which designer Rebecca Brower surrounds with strips of blue lighting. This is a play which recognises boundaries and pushes hard against them.

Well chosen music tracks also make their mark. Poignantly, Bob Dylan sings Simple Twist of Fate while Dani and Tim dance together in a close embrace, both seeking personal validation, both anticipating rejection. Toeman’s revival never loosens its powerful grip and, quite deliberately, leaves a sour taste in the mouth.

Performance date: 28 January 2020

Writer: Valeria Luiselli      Translator: Christina MacSweeney      Director and adaptor: Ellen McDougall

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Shots of Tequila offered at the ticket desk give a strong clue as to where the show inside is going to take us. Faces in the Crowd is an adaptation by the Gate Theatre’s Artistic Director, Ellen McDougall, of the 2011 novel Los Ingrávidos by Mexican writer Valeria Luiselli. Its primary setting is Mexico City.

The central character, known simply as “the woman”, is a writer, played with an air of fateful resignation by Jimena Larraguivel. Her home is infested with mosquitos and cockroaches. She lives there with her husband (Neil D’Souza), an architect who is working on plans for a house in Philadelphia and possibly on a life with another woman, her playful young son (Santiago Huertas Ruiz at this performance) and a newborn baby daughter. She develops her stories, relating them to us, but is distracted repeatedly by the pestering boy, the crying baby and power blackouts.

Domestic tensions give the play its structure, climaxing with a lot of props getting smashed, but it is the themes explored in the woman’s stories that provide its heart. We are taken backwards and forwards in time and location, real life intertwines with fiction and the living interact with the dead. As everything becomes a blur in her head, the woman questions whether she or anyone else is more than merely an anonymous face in the crowd. She implores the audience to answer when she asks whether anyone can really see her.

Designer Bethany Wells fills the oblong space with a long table which is extended during the performance, eventually becoming an elevated stage. This helps to give McDougall’s carefully paced production a surreal feel. A musician (Anoushka Lucas) plays small roles in the stories, while she strums her guitar and sings Tom Waits’ Downtown Train, adding to the mystical, dreamlike quality. To a degree, we become mesmerised by the language and the images, without ever becoming involved properly in the drama.

McDougall’s vision of this novel forming the basis for a work for theatre is admirably ambitious, but it is not easy for an audience to grapple with it. The family drama does not have sufficient substance or clarity to really engage us and prepare us to be taken along with the woman’s flights of imagination. In part due to this, the stories become blurred to us long before they are blurred in the head of their writer. 

At 80 minutes without an interval, the play is not overlong, but it is overcrowded with vague ideas, which may project themselves more clearly from the pages of a novel than from the stage of a theatre. Perhaps a few more Tequilas could help.

Performance date: 21 January 2020

Cops (Southwark Playhouse)

Posted: January 19, 2020 in Theatre

Writer: Tony Tortora      Director: Andy Jordan

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American cop dramas have been part of our staple cultural diet ever since the advent of cinema and television, but rarely, if ever, has the genre translated to the stage. British-based, US-born writer Tony Tortora sets out to change that with this new play set mainly in a room shared by four officers at Chicago’s police headquarters in 1957.

Tortora’s writing shows keen attention to detail which is matched by Anthony Lamble’s set design. Four wooden desks, one in miniature for the rookie officer, all with black manual typewriters and two-piece telephones, are spread around the room along with filing cabinets, a notice board and a fridge in the corner. If there had been some way in which Lamble could have made it all appear in black and white, the evocation of period would have been complete.

The room’s occupants talk a lot and rile each other persistently, but it is not clear that they are doing very much to improve crime statistics in the State of Illinois. Their only active duty comes with overnight stake-outs inside a deserted building, which appears behind the main set. This is a time in which racism and sexism are institutionalised and barely challenged within the police department and corruption on all levels is a norm. Tortora captures the tensions between the four officers and brings them to boiling point in the play’s first act, following it with a second act that is softer and more conciliatory.

67-year-old Stan (Roger Alborough) is senior in age, but not rank. He is weather-beaten, quick-tempered and resistant to change. He has been a cop for more than half a century, having lied about his age to join the force, has seen it all, including the St Valentine’s Day Massacre, and now hangs on because there is nothing else in life for him to do. As a mark of respect to him, the senior officer, Eulee, brings him coffee and doughnuts every morning. Eulie, as played by James Sobol Kelly, is a desolate figure, broken by family tragedy and now regarded in the department as a “soft touch)”.

The rookie, who models himself on Elvis Presley, is 22-year old Foxy, played with a confident swagger by Jack Flamminger and the fourth main character is Rosey, who is black. It is not the fault of Daniel Francis, who plays him, that we know as little about Rosey at the end of the play as at the beginning. He is the only one of the four characters that the writer does not explore properly, which is particularly disappointing when the spectre of racism hangs over this era and his perspective could have added much to the drama.

A fifth cop, Hurley (Ben Keaton) makes fleeting appearances at the stake-outs, begging for sips of warm coffee in breaks from rooftop watch on freezing Winter nights in the Windy City. He is there mainly for comic effect and director Andy Jordan’s production strikes an assured balance between the tension and the humour in this macho environment.

So how does Chicago 1957 connect with London 2020? It is Tortora’s failure to find a satisfactory answer to this question which highlights the play’s chief problem – its lack of clear purpose. The problem is compounded further by the weakness of the narrative which runs through to provide a framework and then climaxes with a cop out ending. Sharp dialogue and solid acting make the dramatic exchanges arresting enough, but, for too long, the play meanders aimlessly.

Performance date: 17 January 2020

RAGS The Musical (Park Theatre)

Posted: January 15, 2020 in Theatre

Original book: Joseph Stein      Revised book: David Thompson      Music: Charles Strouse      Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz      Director: Bronagh Lagan

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The original 1986 Broadway production of RAGS never made it to riches, closing after just 22 performances, including previews. But, bearing in mind the pedigrees of the show’s creators, it couldn’t be all that bad, could it? Sure enough, this scaled down version, with a book revised by David Thompson, was developed in the 1990s and it eventually makes its London debut with Bronagh Lagan’s production, transferring from Manchester’s Hope Mill Theatre.

Joseph Stein’s book for the hit musical Fiddler on the Roof was based around the persecution of Jews in Russia in the early years of the 20th Century. His work here has the feel of a sequel, telling the stories of Russian Jewish immigrants arriving in New York City circa 1910. After surviving the hazardous crossing, their lives become battles against abject poverty, exploitation, homelessness and anti-Semitism, countered only by dreams of the opportunities that their new country has to offer.

On the evidence seen here, it is hard to imagine how RAGS could ever have been expected to succeed in a large theatre. In this 200-seat venue, with the audience enveloping the stage and musicians mingling with actors, intimacy is key and the show’s often predictable, disjointed narrative becomes secondary to the development of characters. Prime among them is Rebecca, played with superb conviction by Carolyn Maitland, who is determined to use her talents as a seamstress to forge a better life for herself and her young son David.

Lagan can do little to make several lighter scenes work. Most notably, a group outing to the theatre to see Hamlet performed falls terribly flat, but, when the drama is serious, her production rarely falters and a rich array of characters emerges in and around the tenement building where most of the action takes place. Dave Willetts makes Avram, a pious widower, a tormented figure; he is over-protective of his bright-eyed daughter, Bella (Martha Kirby) who is being pursued by budding young songwriter, Ben (Oisin Nolan-Power).

It is in painting a picture of a downtrodden but resilient community that Lagan triumphs. Avram catches the eye of the widow Rachel (Rachel Izen), who makes a point of stressing that, despite advancing years, everything is still in working order. Jack (Jeremy Rose) and Anna (Debbie Chazen) are dressmakers who become exploited ruthlessly by the heartless Bronfman (Sam Attwater) and an Italian Catholic interloper, Sal (Alex Gibson-Giorgio) forms a friendship with Rebecca, trying to involve her in a workers’ strike that he is leading. Here, the story relates to real-life events in New York in 1911.

Charles Strouse’s melodic score is often infused, pleasingly, with echoes of Scott Joplin and Stephen Schwartz’s well crafted lyrics serve the characters and their stories effectively. However, it takes a long time for the show to find a distinctive song that could define it and help it to become more than just a routine American musical. Eventually, Three Sunny Rooms, duetted by Rachel with Avram at a corner of the stage and Bella with Ben at the opposite corner, matches struggle with aspiration and impacts strongly, while the anthemic Children of the Wind leaves behind it a tune to be hummed on the way home.

This musical is not exactly ragged. Rather it is a patchwork of the good and the ordinary, but Lagan’s vivid, emotionally charged and beautifully sung staging raises it to a higher level.

Performance date: 14 January 2020

Writer: Andy Dickinson      Director: Simone Coxall

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Chronicling the exploits of a heroic yet reckless adventurer in treacherous, frozen conditions, Shackleton and his Stowaway has much in common with the recent regional and West End hit Touching the Void. Strikingly, both productions demonstrate how to conjure theatre magic out of hardly anything at all, but, here, there is a surprise extra ingredient – dashes of cheeky Welsh humour that would not feel out of place in Gavin and Stacey.

Andy Dickinson’s play, which first appeared at the 2018 Edinburgh Fringe Festival, is, as the title suggests, a two-hander. It is a part-fictionalised account of the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition of 1914-17, led by Ernest Shackleton aboard the Endurance. Having set sail from Buenos Aires, a stowaway, an 18-year-old lad from Newport, South Wales, emerges from a storage cupboard to complain to the captain about his squalid travelling conditions.

Descriptive storytelling always remains Dickinson’s primary purpose, but the development of the relationship between the two protagonists could earn the play the alternative title of “The Odd Couple On Ice”. The lad hero worships Shackleton, but, as the voyage progresses, he begins to see more of his fallibilities and judges his actions as less heroic than foolhardy. The writer does not delve deeply into either character, nor does he explore their emotional connection, but strong performances mean that there is no real need for him to do so.

The comedy in Elliott Ross’s impudent upstart stowaway contrasts beautifully with Richard Ede’s arrogant and humourless Shackleton. Admittedly, neither character makes complete sense – we ask why Shackleton’s cavalier attitude had not led to him perishing many years earlier and we wonder how the presumably little educated stowaway could speak with such eloquence and knowledge – but lyrical writing and the many qualities of this production cast doubts aside.

Director Simone Coxall’s thrilling staging proves how much can be achieved with just boards, boxes, lengths of rope and, of course, an energetic couple of actors to move everything around. Set against plain, cold walls, onto which images of icy landscapes are projected, vivid movement and sound effects establish the chilled environment and help to tell the story of human courage and conquest of the forbidding elements.

Shackleton and his Stowaway may not seem the ideal escape from a cold January evening in North London, but it warms the heart and fires up the imagination.

Performance date: 10 January 2020

2019 Theatre Round-up

Posted: December 30, 2019 in Theatre

On the face of it, 2019 was less vintage than the two preceding years, with fewer brilliant (5-star) productions. However, the year was rich with quality, making it difficult to restrict a list of favourites to just ten. So I haven’t!

The National Theatre continued to fluctuate between (in my opinion) the great and the ghastly, which is its job. The Almeida may have slipped very slightly and, rather worryingly, the Donmar Warehouse, Hampstead Theatre and the Royal Court are all absent from my favourites. London theatre of the year has to be Matthew Warchus’ Old Vic, which has produced a string of hits and has even gone some way to resolving front of house problems. London Fringe Theatre of the year is Paul Miller’s Orange Tree.

FAVOURITE PRODUCTIONS

1  West Side Story (Royal Exchange, Manchester)

With the 1961 film now looking very dated, Sarah Frankcom’s re-imagining of the classic Bernstein/Sondheim musical was sorely needed. Nothing about her thrilling, modern production disappointed (btw I haven’t seen the Leicester version – yet).

 

 

2  Present Laughter (Old Vic)

Director Matthew Warchus delivered a definitive, hilarious version of the play, with a brilliant gender reversal to make Noël Coward’s sub-texts work even better. Andrew Scott was in blazing form.

 

 

 

 

3  Hansard (National Theatre)

Echoes of Albee’s …Virginia Woolf in Simon Woods’ debut play, a witty and moving account of clashes between political beliefs and private anguish. Alex Jennings and Lindsay Duncan were magnificent.

 

 

 

4  Downstate (National Theatre)

A co-production with Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre Company, Bruce Norris’ play painted a devastating picture of the hopelessness of  former prisoners who can never be fully integrated back into society.

 

 

 

5  Dear Evan Hansen (Noël Coward Theatre)

Proof that Broadway musicals don’t have to be glitzy spectacles. A modern tale of teenage angst takes us to unexpected  places, finding levels of truth and tenderness that Hamilton could never come near. Pasek and Paul’s songs are the icing on the cake.

 

 

 

 

 

6  Faith, Hope and Charity (National Theatre)

Alexander Zeldin’s play focussed on desperate situations at the very bottom of our social ladder, but somehow managed to highlight the hope amid the faith and the charity.

 

 

 

7  The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (Southwark Playhouse)

F Scott Fitzgerald transplanted to Cornwall, this tiny British musical cast a magic spell over Elephant & Castle.

 

 

 

8  Death of a Salesman (Young Vic/Piccadilly Theatre)

I confess that this is the one Arthur Miller play that I’ve never been able to stand…until now. Co-directors Marianne Elliot and Miranda Cromwell, with a superb cast led by Wendell Pierce and Sharon D Clarke, came up with a production which deserved to raise the roof and (unfortunately) did so literally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

9  The Son (Kiln/Duke of York’s Theatre)

After tiresome comedies, seen in London at the Menier Chocolate Factory, French writer Florian Zeller returned to the top form of The Father and The Mother with this gripping examination of teenage depression and parental oversight.

 

 

10  Come From Away (Phoenix Theatre)

With a plot resembling that of a ‘70s disaster movie, this Broadway musical told of what happened when a group of disparate characters were thrown together by the adversity of 11 September 2001. The show could have benefitted from a few more decent songs, but Christopher Ashley’s vibrant direction and an exuberant company won the day and it proved impossible not to be carried away by the euphoria of it all.

11-25 (alphabetical order): A German Life (Bridge Theatre), All My Sons (Old Vic), Anna (National Theatre),  Baby Reindeer (Bush Theatre), Blood Knot (Orange Tree), Fiver (Southwark Playhouse), Leave to Remain (Lyric Hammersmith), Little Baby Jesus (Orange Tree), Lungs (Old Vic), Master Harold and the Boys (National Theatre), Pinter at the Pinter season (all eight),  Small Island (National Theatre), The Doctor (Almeida Theatre), The Hunt (Almeida Theatre), The Ocean at the End of the Lane (National Theatre).

 

FAVOURITE PERFORMANCES

Female in a play: Lindsay Duncan (Hansard)

Male in a play: Andrew Scott (Present Laughter)

Female supporting in a play: Sophie Thompson (Present Laughter)

Male supporting in a play: Luke Thallon (Pinter 5 and Present Laughter)

Female in a musical :Jenna Russell (The Bridges of Madison County)

Male in a musical: Sam Tutty (Dear Evan Hansen)

Female supporting in a musical: Rebecca McKinnis (Dear Evan Hansen)

Male supporting in a musical: Andy Coxon (Curtains)

Ensemble in a play: Faith, Hope and Charity

Ensemble in a musical: Come From Away

 

OTHER FAVOURITES

New play: Hansard

New musical: Dear Evan Hansen

Director (play): Jamie Lloyd (Pinter at the Pinter season)

Director (musical):   Sarah Frankcom (West Side Story)

 

LEAST FAVOURITES

1  When We Have Sufficiently Tortured Each Other (National Theatre) The name of Cate Blanchett could certainly sell the tickets, but it proved beyond the powers of even this supremely gifted actor to sell Martin Crimp’s preposterous load of tosh to many of those who bought them..

2  Hell Yes I’m Tough Enough (Park Theatre) Unfunny, out of date, juvenile political satire which could only have found approval among supporters of of the Member of Parliament for the constituency in which the Park is located (Islington North).

3  Peter Gynt (National Theatre) Noël Coward had a few unflattering things to say about Henrik Ibsen’s play in Present Laughter and none of them were disproved by David Hare’s tedious re-working, which seemed utterly pointless.

 

MOST OVERRATED

Preludes (Southwark Playhouse) The sort of off-Broadway musical that would be raved over when performed in some basement in Greenwich Village, but it’s a mystery why Dave Malloy’s psychoanalysis of the young Rachmaninov was generally well received here. Baffling, pretentious and largely tuneless (apart from contributions by “Rach” himself).

 

MOST DISAPPOINTING

Sweet Charity (Donmar Warehouse) In theory, it should be hard for a professional company to go wrong with this classic musical, but Josie Rourke’s lacklustre production managed to disprove the theory. Anne-Marie Duff has won an Evening Standard award for her performance in the title role, which poses a question as to whether their voters actually saw the show.

Once a low-budget Irish film with an Oscar-winning song and then a Tony and Olivier Award-winning musical, Once, with a book by Enda Walsh and music/lyrics by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, is now embarking on an extensive tour of the United Kingdom. The Reviews Hub’s Stephen Bates, who admits to having seen Once twice in London’s West End, dropped in on rehearsals in a studio on the fringes of the City of London business district.

Starting at Fairfield Halls, Croydon on 19 December and ending at New Theatre, Hull on 25 July 2020, the tour will take in 26 venues in England, Scotland and Wales. Daniel Healy, who has played roles in the show previously, will be Guy, the central character, a Dublin busker who is down on his luck and about to give up. Emma Lucia will be the Czech girl who gets him back on his feet. It is an uplifting story of redemption through love, music and love of music.

Emerging from a large group of actor/musicians, Healy stepped forward to put heart and souls into the song Leave, accompanying himself on guitar. Lucia then appeared, tinkling an upright piano, as the pair drifted into the haunting Oscar-winning duet, Falling Slowly. They were mesmerising. The style of the music, a fusion of soft rock and traditional Irish folk, made the show unique when it first appeared, but Musical Supervisor Ben Goddard commented on similarities with the current hit Come From Away, which, ironically, is playing at London’s Phoenix Theatre, home to Once for over two years.

Director Peter Rowe is Artistic Director of the New Wolsey Theatre in Ipswich, where he has worked on a production of this musical previously. The main setting for the show is a Dublin bar and, in the West End production, the audience was allowed to go on stage to buy drinks during the interval. Sadly, Rowe confirmed that this will not be possible on tour, but, judging from the exuberance of the company in this rehearsal, spirits will be lifted high enough anyway.

Often, when we see actors appearing to play musical instruments on stage, we question whether or not it is for real, but, in the rehearsal room, there is no hiding place. All members of the company here really do play guitars, violins, cellos, accordions, etc as they move around in character to Francesca Jaynes’ choreography. Asked whether it is more important to cast actors who can pass as musicians or musicians who can pass as actors, Rowe gave the diplomatic answer, claiming that everyone here is equally good as both. There was nothing seen or heard at this rehearsal to justify disputing his claim.

This article was originally written for The Reviews Hub: http://www.thereviewshub.com