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As everyone keeps reminding me ‘Christmas is a little different this year’, which seems to be the understatement of the century. No big family get togethers, no bustling Christmas markets, no work parties, and of course no live pantomimes or festive shows. Personally, one of my favourite yuletide traditions each year is picking which of the dozens of retellings of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol I plan to watch. Imagine my delight then when I was asked to review a new A Christmas Carol adjacent theatrical production, Alexander Knott’s play December, which has been created for audiences at home during these unprecedented times.

Rather than following the story of the miserly old Ebenezer Scrooge, in December we are instead invited into the world of his lowly clerk, Bob Cratchit, and taken on a dark journey through the icy and perilous streets of London. This London is a darker and harsher one than that which Scrooge experiences, with thugs on each corner waiting to pounce and poverty and hunger are every-day realities. Likewise, this portrayal of Cratchit is darker too – a man who is suffering and flawed. We see deeper, past the smiling, upbeat husband and father to the desperate, exhausted man having to fight tooth and nail every day just to survive and support his loved ones. The weight of his responsibility and the hardships of a harsh city have ground him down. It’s a much grittier and more honest portrayal of the inner mind of someone living hand to mouth and working to the bone each day.

Like Scrooge, Cratchit is visited by otherworldly spirits with a message and warning for him on this bitterly cold Christmas Eve. The downtrodden clerk, unsure if he can carry on living in such a hard world, is shown visions of the suffering of the future poor. It’s a Wonderful Life this is not - the spectres provide Cratchit a bleak glimpse at the decades to come with the war, sickness, and inequality they will continue to bring. It’s pretty grim. If you’re looking for something cheerful to brighten your festive season then this probably isn’t the play for you. But it’s not all doom and gloom, there’s a bittersweet hope to the piece, a kind of fierce encouragement that we must soldier on and not give up. We should lament the hardships wrought on the common people by the oppressive super rich, but we must not be broken by them.

We are given a chance to see Cratchit’s real resentment for his greedy employer, his words echoing through the ages and reflecting a growing resentment being felt today towards the callous wealthy elite hoarding more money than they could ever need whilst so many live in poverty. With the gap between the poor and rich wider than it’s been in recent history Cratchit’s frustrations resonate with audiences of today. The anger is infectious, feeling at times like a call to arms, a rallying cry that we must put a stop to this injustice.

The script, which is almost solid monologue for the first half of the play, is very Dickensian in tone, mood and style. Details from the book are woven naturally throughout, peppered in sparsely enough that it’s familiar whilst feeling like a very different story all its own.

The Dickensian dialogue is brought to life with all the more vibrancy by Ryan Hutton who plays Bob Cratchit. Acting to a camera is very different to acting for a live audience, but Hutton pulls it off effortlessly and his infectious theatrical energy draws you into the performance until you almost forget you’re in front of a screen and not in an auditorium. In December Cratchit is endearing and sympathetic, with much more depth of character than he’s afforded in the classic Dickensian tale. Hutton brings him to life in a way which is endlessly watchable. He also plays a handful of other minor characters within his monologues, which are very distinctive and well characterised, the changes to his speech and physicality bringing these additional players to life seamlessly. Praise, too, should be given to Freya Sharp who plays the spirits, as well as a collection of other characters Cratchit encounters. She tackles this selection of roles with great range, demonstrating an ability to delight, amuse, frighten, fluster, or tug at the heartstrings of the audience as required.

A lot of thought has clearly gone into the design of December as a theatrical piece for camera. December benefits from plenty of thoughtful and out of the box camera direction from Charles Flint. Filmed in and around Old Red Lion theatre, the action is not merely confined to the auditorium but spills out onto the street and even, at one point, into the pub. December still feels like a theatrical piece, but without the conventions dictated by a live audience this line becomes a little blurry.

My only criticism of December, is that a lot of time is dedicated to introducing Bob Cratchit and the world in which he inhabits, plunging deep into the dark well of his soul, which leaves little time for spirits to visit. As a result, the visions Cratchit is shown feel somewhat rushed through and the conclusion of the play seems tacked onto the end and just narrowly fails to quite stick the landing.

Nevertheless, December is a winter treat I highly recommend to anyone who has missed good theatre this season. Every element has been crafted with care and it’s a delight to see something of such a high quality being produced in these difficult times. A reflective, pensive and thoughtful piece, December may have changed the way I think about A Christmas Carol forever.

As well as being a fantastic production, December is raising money for a good cause, with all profits going to Hackney Winter Night Shelter, a charity which strives to put an end to rough sleeping during the coldest time of year. So, don’t be a Scrooge, follow the link below, buy your ticket for one of the best digital shows of the year, and help make life better for someone in need in the process!

DECEMBER
Written and Directed by: Alexander Knott
Directed for Camera by: Charles Flint
Company: Bag of Beard
Filmed at: Old Red Lion Theatre
Available online from 20th December – 5th January
Box Office: https://www.oldredliontheatre.co.uk/december1.html
@BagofBeard
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I love a good untold story. As human beings one of the things most important to us is knowing that we matter. What is our purpose? Where is our meaning? Our lives are but a dot in the universe, one tap of a brush on a pointillist painting which spans a million miles. We exist for a brief sneeze in time and, beyond that, well….? Well, we have memory. Legacy. Which is why story telling is crucial to our survival as a civilised race of creatures. History, global or personal, acts as both a blueprint and a cautionary tale. Untold stories bring new lessons, but most miraculously they bring human souls back from the dead, they give voice to unsung heroes, and where better can those voices echo throughout a room of those eager to hear them than in a theatre?

Canary is a play which gives a stage to the thousands of forgotten women who worked in terrible conditions and risked their lives making munitions during the First World War, munitions which were crucial to the success of the Allies victory against enemy forces. They were called the Munitionettes, and if you’ve never heard of them before don’t worry, not many have. By far the most dangerous stage of the munitions making process was the handling of the TNT and cordite, and the women brave enough to take on this perilous job were known as The Canary Girls, skin tinged yellow by the toxic chemicals they worked with every day. Focusing on the lives of three such women Canary sheds a light on what life was like both inside the factory and in general for these particular Munitionettes.

Agnes, Betty, and Anne are the heroes of this tale, Agnes is a bold and ballsy mother of five, young Betty is a loveable though somewhat ditzy and naïve girl with a passion for football, and Anne is rich, well-meaning, and looking for a useful way to spend her time while her husband is away at war. Between them they make a fantastic though somewhat unlikely team. Canary opens with a projection of a short wartime style documentary about the Munitionettes which sets the scene and throws us straight into wartime Britain, and once the projection is finished the voiceover continues, introducing us to our three heroines and the actual process of the making of the bombs. It’s a clever device and relieves the characters of any need to provide exposition, meaning we get to dive right into their personal stories, it also frees them up to give some incredibly well put together physical theatre performances which persist throughout the rest of the play.

Every element of this show is well thought out, well constructed, and created with love and care. Katie Tranter, Robyn Hambrook, and Alys North, who play Agnes, Anne, and Betty respectively, give it their absolute all and provide performances which are bold, dynamic, and really pack a punch. There’s a strong clowning element, with well timed and tight comedic delivery and slapstick elements throughout - these juxtapose wonderfully with the serious and tragic subject matter. The characters are fiery, believable and immensely likable, and the relationships between them feel genuine. There’s a delightful chaotic energy to this piece, it’s bold, heartfelt, daring and powerful.

The sound and lighting design of Canary work in perfect harmony with the physical and emotional performances of the actors to create a truly incredible piece of theatre in its own right. Coupled with the intention behind the piece, breathing life into a story the telling of which is long overdue, Canary is an absolute dynamite production. It has a real ‘girl power’ vibe and is poignant and, in many ways, still very relevant today. Not only is it gripping – I was on the edge of my seat from start to finish – but it’s also very moving. The script is full of humour and heartache, but most of all there’s an incredible sense of camaraderie which it’s impossible not to find uplifting. Canary is a fascinating insight into something I only had a very vague awareness of before and I truly believe that those involved with this production have created something which has really done our girls proud. Canary is an anarchic feminist triumph.

So here they are, the defiant voices of a forgotten home front battalion, and boy can these canaries sing!


CANARY

Created by: Fun in the Oven Theatre
Performed by: Robyn Hambrook, Alys North and Katie Tranter
Directed by: Andrea Jimenez and Noemi Fernandez

@Fun_InThe_Oven

★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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Tennessee Williams is arguably one of the greatest playwrights in the last century, and certainly one of the most influential. His style is unmistakable, his stories of domestic struggles set in the American South told with a stark honesty and a lyrical turn of phrase are a successful formula for some of the best plays of the past hundred years. Classic tales like A Streetcar Named Desire and Cat On a Hot Tin Roof are iconic, and Tennessee Williams’ penchant for giving stories to previously unheard voices with gritty realism makes him one of the founding fathers of modern theatre.

The Glass Imaginary is a completely improvised full length play in the style of Tennessee Williams. The company began by asking the audience to name an object that their grandparent owned as a prompt, the evening I was watching the object picked was a gramophone, and from there an incredible tale of doubt, financial hardship, and unrequited love was woven.

This show could not have worked even nearly as well without the entire cast having an incredibly insightful understanding of the character relations, physicality, and speech patterns found traditionally in Tennessee Williams’ work. The improv is as smooth and silky as the rich Southern drawls it’s performed with. It’s bold, it’s fearless, and it’s unwavering.

The relationships between the characters are deep, meaningful, and created seamlessly with multi-layered complexity. The way these actors keep up with the many plots, places and characters is astounding, referencing earlier events and even earlier dialogue after significant time has passed. They set one another up and work collaboratively as a company without appearing obvious or forced, it’s a marvel to witness.

Like any Tennessee Williams play The Glass Imaginary is an emotional rollercoaster representing the real highs and lows of domestic drama, sometimes hurtling along with quick, witty humour, and at other times the plot twisting unexpectedly and travelling through moments of deep, heartfelt connection which stirs an ache in the very depths of the human soul. It’s enough to remind anyone of why the work of Tennessee Williams is so darned irresistible.

Each of the classic Tennessee Williams character types are present, they at least were in the show I saw – the confident everyman, the closeted homosexual, the naïve girl destined to fall from grace, the good Christian, the devoted but yearning wife/mother, and the strong smart-talking woman.

The simple adjustment of the positioning of furniture and a variation in placement of cushions and blankets effectively transports the audience to different settings. The staging is interesting and yet simple, using no set or props other than a sofa, a desk, two chairs, a coffee table, a coat rack and two bibles to perfectly set each scene regardless of location.

The two act play is faultlessly paced, a remarkable feat in and of itself. There are barely any false starts, stutters, or overlaps, and those that could be found are few, far between and, most importantly, instantly recovered from.

The Glass Imaginary perfectly captures the formulaic concoction which makes Tennessee Williams’ work so distinctive and so universally well loved. The actors all take it in turns to set the next scene and the rest of the company follow up by building wonderfully deep, multi-dimensional characters with complex interweaving stories and a coherent overarching narrative. Plots twists which can turn on a dime decide the fates of these sympathetic new born characters, who roll out life lessons in profound sounding quips and present a play which is amusing, entertaining, but also sad, engaging and raw.

I never knew that improv could be this genuinely compelling.


THE GLASS IMAGINARY: An Improvised Play
The Improvised Play Company
The Drayton Arms Theatre 4th - 8th February 2020
@Glass_Imaginary
Produced by Presence Theatre Collective


★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
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Whether you’re a super fan or not it’s hard to have lived a life untouched by classic Disney movies, they’ve been a huge part of millions of people’s childhoods. Since the release of its first animated feature length fairy tale Snow White in 1938 Disney has been delighting children and adults alike with its magic. Whether it’s in the retelling of well-known stories like Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella, or modern hits such as Frozen, the film giant has unrivalled success in children’s entertainment, thanks in no small part to its very distinctive way of storytelling. Many children, like myself, grew up watching countless Disney films and have been influenced by their lessons in kindness, friendship, generosity, and courage. But when the films of one company are so influential in so many young people’s lives what happens when that company chooses to only tell one kind of story?

Happily Ever Poofter is a one man parody musical show which explores society’s absolute refusal to acknowledge same sex romance in children’s media, targeting one dominant presence in that area in particular… and I think we all know the main culprit. The story follows Prince Henry of The Southern Vales, the only gay in the kingdom, and his pursuit of love and acceptance. He’s seen all the other princes marry their princesses and he wants a happily ever after of his own, only he’s becoming increasingly sure that there’s no prince waiting for him and that perhaps he needs to leave the kingdom altogether to find what he seeks. Assisted by his fairy godfather, Prince Henry finds himself in the twenty-first century and fully immerses himself in the modern gay scene, learning all about the wonders, excitement, perils, and pitfalls of being a gay man. Will his adventure lead him to true love? Or will his differences damn him to an eternity of solitude and misery?

Told in a series of songs parodying well known Disney classics, this energetic one man cabaret includes numbers such as ‘I’ve Just Come Out to The King’ and ‘One Day My Prince Will Cum’. It’s side-splittingly funny and I left the theatre with an aching jaw from grinning almost non-stop throughout. Cheeky, packed with innuendo, and relentlessly good fun Happily Ever Poofter has the feel of a pantomime, a drag show, and stand-up all rolled into one. But despite having the audience in stitches for most of the duration, it also doesn’t shy away from some of the serious issues affecting the gay community such as drug abuse and STDs/STIs. Further to that we see with real clarity the way that an absence of queer stories can affect queer people, particularly children. Where are our happily ever afters?

A year or so ago the topic began to circulate throughout social media that it would be wonderful if Frozen’s Elsa could get a girlfriend… The backlash was so telling of much of society’s attitudes to same sex couples – tolerated in theory, but ‘not in front of the children’. The idea that a man and woman kissing in children’s stories is fine, but two people of the same sex kissing is ‘inappropriate’ is inherently homophobic and still the prevalent attitude even in the twenty first century. Happily Ever Poofter highlights and condemns this attitude with defiance, strength and heart. After all, some children are gay… get over it!

High praise goes to Rich Watkins, the actor and creator of this fantastic show who brings fabulous energy and unwavering commitment throughout. His comedic timing and improv skills are faultless and the success of this show is in no small part down to the fact that he’s working his patent knee-high heels off! He multi-roles as various other characters as well as Prince Henry, and there’s a heavy audience participation element throughout with which he takes no prisoners.

Happily Ever Poofter has everything – singing, dancing, audience participation, puppetry, comedy, tragedy, sex, drugs and more! But the best thing about it? Its inspiring message of LGBTQ solidarity, we’re here, we’re queer, and if we have to write our own stories to be ‘part of your world’ then that’s exactly what we’re going to do.


HAPPILY EVER POOFTER
Created by:
Rich Watkins
Directed by: Denholm Spurr
Choreographed by: Simone Murphy
King’s Head Theatre,
21st January - 8 February

@happilyeverpoofter


★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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The Importance of Being Earnest
Company: Pan Productions
Directed by: Aylin Bozok
Produced by: Zeynep Dlkiran




Part of what makes The Importance of Being Earnest an absolute classic play is its timelessness. The story follows two friends, Ernest and Algernon, who are both, in some way, leading double lives. When those double lives entangle and their secrets threaten to destroy any chance of happiness they have with the women of their dreams, Gwendoline and Cecily, the pressure is on for these two bachelors to decide exactly who they intend to be.

The Importance is a story about love, yes, but also about identity, both the identity of the self and the identities imposed upon us by others. It’s about the tight-rope line we all walk between where we’ve come from and who we are. How fitting, then, that this particular production of Oscar Wilde’s well loved farce is produced by a cast and crew of creatives made up entirely by immigrants. French, Canadian, Finnish, Turkish, and Greek are just a handful of the nationalities of those involved. It’s a fantastic and fresh angle for, arguably, the most popular play of Wilde’s – after all, we mustn’t forget that the controversial Irish playwright was an immigrant himself. The unique styles brought to the table by this company have breathed fresh life into a play which has been put on so many times it’s a wonder there’s anything new to bring to it.

This production of The Importance of Being Earnest is more like an absinthe fuelled fever dream. It’s a highly stylised and non-naturalistic take with a distinctly offbeat tone and an alluring black and white colour palette. Whether you like what Pan Productions (the theatrical company behind the show) has done with the play or not, it’s impossible to argue against the fact that aesthetically it’s very pleasing. Imagine, if you will, a kind of gothic bohemia - black leather, a maid in dark green velvet, and a Cecily who’s sporting an outfit not dissimilar to what Winona Ryder is wearing in Beetlejuice.

If you go into this production of The Importance of Being Earnest expecting a quaint traditionally British comedy performed by delicate doe-eyed ladies and charmingly befuddled highly starched gentlemen then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. This is a far cry from Rupert Everett and Colin Firth leaning on ornate banisters whilst chewing the scenery and is more akin to a viewing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. And you know what? It works. It’s a delightful take with an identity all its own, which seems fitting considering the themes of the play. There is a strong and distinct directorial vision throughout, choreographed with a braveness and boldness which, for the vast majority of the play, really pays off.

The cast is incredibly strong, and considering that English is not the first language of many of the cast they have no problem getting their teeth around Wilde’s wordy dialogue with the impeccable timing of delivery which the success of this show depends upon. Pinar Öğün and Glykeria Dimou, who play Gwendoline and Cecily respectively, are a particular delight, the strength of their characters leaving the audience in no doubt as to who is really running the show. Nea Cornér plays Lane and Merriman, two servants in the original text, but transformed in this production into a much more significant role of maid come storyteller come creator. She often physically moves characters into place and even enacts their internal feelings whilst they disguise their true emotions for propriety’s sake. There’s something wonderfully unnerving about her, she carries much of the quirk of this production and is used as an all purpose tool for a lot of the more stylistic directorial decisions.

There are times where style does seem to overshadow purpose in this production, a few of the false starts and extra flavour repeated several times too often, and whilst I adored all of the little asides and oddities I’d be inclined to say that sometimes less is more and using the same devices more than once feels stressed at best and lazy at worst.

That said, Pan Productions' The Importance of Being Earnest is a triumph of subversive and stylish defiance with a flare and poignant absurdity which Oscar himself would no doubt have adored.


The Importance of Being Earnest ~ [Tower Theatre] ~ Review

★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
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Love. Relationships. Topics that have been done to death over and over – inescapable in film, music, television, and, of course, theatre for as long as anyone can remember. I understand why, I know they’re subjects which are universal and ever present in all societies, something everyone has experienced, but with such an oversaturation of love and relationship stories I usually find it difficult to care about them anymore - I’ve consumed too many and they’ve somewhat lost all taste. So for a play about just those themes to not only reach me, but to touch me in such a profound and deep way as I’m Begging You to Hurt Me did, you can bet that this play is something very special.

I attended a rehearsed reading of I’m Begging You to Hurt Me at The Drayton Arms Theatre and left stunned by what I’d seen. The play is a two hander which explores the tumultuous romantic relationship between Heather and James, two young people who love and depend on one another but who both have their own baggage which impacts upon the strength of their partnership with often disastrous consequences. Their story is told out of sequence and through snatches of moments from their relationship, spanning years of ups and downs, break-ups and re-connections, traumas, tragedies, and moments of joy. Some scenes are five words long, others five minutes.

The relationship between Heather and James is an instantly recognisable one, we all know a couple like them, two people who can’t live with each other but can’t live without each other, creating an impossible situation destined for tragedy. For anyone who has been in such a relationship themselves then I’m Begging You to Hurt Me is borderline masochistic in how relatable and real their story feels. It’s a story presented in such a naturalistic and honest way that it's physically heart breaking, and I’m not ashamed to say that there were several moments in which I cried.

The chemistry between Nicole Zweiback and Ben Ayers who play Heather and James is faultless, it has to be to convey the damage that the power of a wrecking ball like raw love can cause, whilst also simultaneously creating so much warmth, tenderness and humour that you completely understand why these two people love one another so utterly. It’s clear that both actors have a deep understanding of these characters and how outside influences such as family, mental health, bereavement, and drugs, can create such dramatic changes in the tides of human connection. The emotional gymnastics required to switch instantly between the moods and emotions of the vastly different stages of this relationship so believably and seamlessly are astounding.

The details of Heather and James’s personal lives, histories, and the narrative of their relationship to one another are revealed in drips, leaving the audience to rearrange and slot together the pieces into the right order, making for some gripping dramatic revelations and leaving you on the edge of your seat the entire time.

The very best thing about I’m Begging You to Hurt Me is the writing, Nicole Zweiback’s script is incredibly tight and presents this narrative with thought, humanity, and an naturalistic intimacy which is so difficult to get right, but which she has absolutely nailed. It’s sweet, it’s tender, it’s awkward, and it’s also absolutely earth shattering.
“I’m fucking tethered to you.”
Argh! My heart! Just… leave me here to cry to death.

As this was a rehearsed reading I’m very excited to see where it goes next and how it will look fully staged.

I’m Begging You to Hurt Me is the story of what happens when two broken people depend on one another and how impossible it can be to untangle those dependencies, even when you’re doing each other more harm than good. When the one who catches you is no longer there, how do you survive next time you fall again?

Definitely one to watch.


I'm Begging You to Hurt Me ~ [The Drayton Arms Theatre] ~ Review
★ ★ ★ ★
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Granny Grotbag Says Goodbye, it sounds like the title of a David Walliams children’s book, doesn’t it? But it’s not, it’s the stand-out play written by and starring Joshua Welch. We join Granny Grotbag in her cosy little Sheffield home where she invites us in with a warm welcome and offers us a cup of tea. She chatters happily to the crowd as we line up to for a brew, then once everyone is back in their seats, and comfortable, it begins.

So, what can you expect from an hour spent with Granny Grotbag? Well, firstly, she swears like a sailor who just stubbed a toe, she’s outrageous, she’s hilarious, she’s full of absolute classic one liners, and has she got some stories to tell you! Granny Grotbag regales us with tales from her youth, back in her day (though she hates that expression) as the ‘Wild Cat of Sheffield’. We learn all about the night she met her husband, then the night she almost left her husband. We find out all about her children, now living their own lives with their own families, and we discover that perhaps not everything is as tickety-boo as she’d have us believe. You see Granny’s husband has recently passed and she’s at a bit of a loose end, which is maybe why she’s so eager to put on a good performance for us... so we might stick around.

Joshua Welch has created a character in Granny Grotbag who is impossible to dislike – she’s cheeky and foul-mouth, bold as brass, and with a wit so sharp it could cut glass. She reminds me of my nan, which is a statement I’m sure most of the audience members seeing this play would echo, and it’s impossible not to fall at least a little in love with her. She’s utterly captivating, a natural born storyteller, full of life and light and fun, which is what makes her story so sad. Granny Grotbag has fallen victim to the one tragedy which befalls us all in the end – the passing of time. As well as amusing anecdotes Granny tells about what it’s like to get old, the aches and pains, feeling left behind, and worst of all: the isolation. The urn holding her husband’s ashes, which she talks to regularly throughout the play, is a constant reminder that while we’re in tears with laughter at her hilarious antics, Granny has much sadder things to cry about.

This is a powerful and poignant play about growing old and our society’s mistreatment of the elderly. It’s a wake-up call, a raucously funny hour which subtly drip feeds its message to us unseen until the very end of the play when there’s an odd tight knot in my stomach. Guilt? When was the last time I visited my nan? That said, nothing about this play feels preachy, the themes aren’t shoved down the audience’s throats, it’s plain good fun first and foremost, so the one or two climactic moments where the tone does become serious and sad are made all the more powerful for it. The thought of this vibrant, energetic, funny lady left alone in her little living room with no company but her memories is heart breaking.

Welch’s script and performance are just outstanding, the style bringing to mind Paul O’Grady’s Lily Savage. It’s tricky to pull off a one man show this engaging, but Welch’s bold, fearless acting and side-splitting script is a demonstration of characterisation at its very best. He even uses the audience to tell his story, Granny Grotbag invite several audience members to sit with her on stage with a brew and a biscuit for a bit of extra company. High praise for Granny Grotbag Says Goodbye, if you get the chance to see it don’t miss it!


Granny Grotbag Says Goodbye ~ [The White Bear Theatre] ~ Review
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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Did you know that according to national statistics an estimated 2 million adults experienced domestic abuse in the UK last year alone? It’s a topic usually kept behind closed doors, out of sight out of mind, and nobody really seems to want to talk about it. Even in the twenty-first century, when we’re supposed to be more open to having difficult discussions about unsavoury topics, the ever prevalent subject of domestic abuse seems taboo, and the stigma and stereotyping surrounding this issue still rife. The main problem is in the name, these problems are domestic, and as a society we like to keep our private lives to ourselves, it seems bad manners to air our dirty laundry in front of others. This is perfect for abusers, who thrive on isolating their victims and do whatever they can to carefully remove friends, family, and all potential channels of support from those they’re abusing. Divide and conquer. Which means that last year the majority of those 2 million domestic abuse survivors were suffering alone and in silence. Plays like Patricia Gets Ready (for a Date With the Man That Used to Hit Her) can do so much to spread awareness of issues like this and are an important way of recalibrating the way people think about domestic abuse and those affected by it.

Patricia Gets Read (for a Date With the Man That Used to Hit Her) is a one woman show written by Martha Watson Allpress, directed by Kaleya Baxe, and starring Angelina Chudi. It focuses on one day in the life of a young woman named Patricia as she prepares for an evening out with her abusive ex boyfriend. She recounts the story of their relationship, from the day they met to the day she finally left him, and we experience the relationship through her eyes as we hear her inner most thoughts and feelings surrounding the turbulent affair. It’s a peek behind the curtain, an invitation to be a fly on the wall and try to understand the experience from someone who has lived it. It’s like spending the evening with a friend whilst they get some big feelings off their chest, but without the expectation to help so we have the opportunity to truly listen.

When I was a kid I remember watching one particular scene in an episode of Eastenders which has stuck with me for life for no other reason than how hugely powerful it was. The character Little Mo had been revisited by her ex husband, Trevor, who had abused her both mentally and physically for years before she finally left him. In this scene he’d tried to force his way back into her life but something in her snapped and she found the strength she’d never believed she had to stand up to him when he raised his fist to her. “Go on then, hit me!” she’d said, “I’ll hit you right back, and it may not be much of a fight but I’ll be one hell of a runner-up!” And even at such a young age I knew instinctively how much that would take, to look your bully in the eye and tell them ‘no more’, tell them ‘I’m worth more than this’. Watching Patricia Gets Ready brought back those feelings, that sense of pride and admiration that despite being dragged to hell and back by someone claiming to love her this woman somehow still dredged up the strength to hold her head high and stand defiant.

Patricia is a fantastic protagonist, both inspiring and flawed, complex and relatable. She’s not the stereotypical domestic abuse ‘victim’, no tiny frail middle-aged white woman trembling over an ironing board or apologising profusely whilst huddled over a kitchen stove. Patricia is real, Patricia is relatable, and Patricia is funny. Her story could be anyone’s, she’s a strong woman who responded to situations she finds herself in in the way myself or any of my friends would. She meets a hot guy in a bar, he’s charming, he likes her, she gets together with him, and it’s not until it’s too late that she realises she’s in trouble. The second time he hit her hurt the worst, she tells us, because the second time he hit her was the first time she realised this wasn’t a one time thing.

But it isn’t only the abusive relationship itself that Patricia tells us about, it’s the way it effects every aspect of a person’s life in so many subtle ways, it’s the way people react when they hear, it’s the questions they ask and the comments they make. “Why did you stay with him so long? Why didn’t you just leave?” in that accusing ‘I would have done better’ way. She reminds us that it isn’t that simple, not when strong emotions like fear, doubt, and love mix together to make a heady concoction of dependence. The script is fantastic, it’s witty, it’s aware, it’s deep, and it deals with a hard subject matter in a real and often humorous way without trivialising it.

There are one or two parts of the play in which we hear Patricia’s side of a two person conversation, we hear her responses to dialogue with her ex boyfriend and her mother, and these are the only moments of the script which don’t work as well. The break from Patricia’s monologue takes us away from unpacking Patricia’s thoughts and almost seems to intrude on the intimate moment we as the audience are sharing with her.

Patricia is played flawlessly by Angelina Chudi – she’s instantly likeable and very relatable, and whilst she opens up and spills her innermost thoughts and feelings it’s difficult not to want to get up and join her on stage, take her hand, help her with her makeup, show her you’re really there for her. She wears her heart on her sleeve and plasters over all the broken bits with bandages of humour, and in those moments, when her doubt and fear get the better of her, it’s all the more heart-wrenching because of it. Most of all Patricia is feisty, she’s a fighter who has battled her way through the front lines of bad relationships and will not be dragged back to that place of torment, she’s a survivor and she will survive.


Patricia Gets Ready (for a Date With the Man Who Used to Hit Her) ~ [The White Bear] ~ Review
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
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It’s impossible to ignore anymore, the continuous subterranean rumble of fear, a fear we’ve buried deep because none of us want to spare more than a passing thought on the ever looming catastrophe that is climate change. We’re scared, we feel helpless, and it already feels too late to change – the end of the world is nigh. It’s this very real sensation of living on the edge of disaster which THIS PLAY WILL SOLVE CLIMATE CHANGE centres around. Not only educational, but also entertaining and relatable, it may not be able to achieve exactly what it says on the tin, but you know what? It could certainly help.

THIS PLAY WILL SOLVE CLIMATE CHANGE focuses on the individual stories of four people and their relationship with climate change. The undiluted humanity of this piece is what drives it, what creates such a compelling watch, and what makes it work so well. The first character is a mother whose grown-up daughter doesn’t want to have children because she fears for the future of the planet that child would grow up on. It explores the feelings of guilt older generations experience and the realisation of quite how serious the situation is, the double edged sword of relief and terror that it probably won’t affect them personally, but that by the time their grandchildren are adults there could be no world left to make a life on. Another of the characters is a mother of two young daughters contemplating moving to the hills of Romania and becoming self-sufficient so that at least her family will survive when society’s resources run out. This is a woman who knows what’s happening and doesn’t see the possibility of a bright future for her children, instead she sees a future where capitalism and corporate greed has triumphed over common sense and self preservation, a world in which her daughters must know how to grow food, how to live off grid, and how to fight to protect themselves and their resources. Then there’s the third story, a woman who has just gotten a new job editing an environmental magazine and is learning quite how much trouble the planet is in for the first time. She reminisces about life before that knowledge, when going on holiday didn’t mean thinking about the environmental impact of an international flight, and she echoes the struggle we all feel wanting to do our bit but also wanting to still enjoy the luxuries we’re accustomed to in modern society. The final story is that of a young woman who may or may not be pregnant and isn’t sure how she feels about it, her feelings become even more complicated when she learns that the carbon footprint of raising a baby is astronomically high and she questions whether having a baby is ethically responsible during times of climate change crisis. The play also includes a number of physical theatre elements and facts and figures presented in the form of contestants playing a quiz show.

Now I’m pretty tuned in to current events and I keep a close eye on environmental news and climate change, there were still new things I took away from THIS PLAY WILL SOLVE CLIMATE CHANGE and I learned things I hadn’t known before – quite shocking things, actually. So as far as educational theatre goes this show does its job perfectly, and as well as that it’s incredibly entertaining. The play is peppered with teeth-gritting humour, a little sugar to help the medicine go down, and although its overall tone is urgent, it’s still very hopeful. It points the finger of blame where it’s deserved, it encourages people to think and to be better, and more than anything (and this is something I particularly appreciated) it says “we know how this feels, we know you’re trying, we know you’re scared, we are too, but we’re in this together and we can do this”. A quick shout-out to Chuma Emembolu for the lighting design of this show, which was noticeably excellent and effectively hit the mark and mood of each scene every time.

There were some elements of this show which didn’t work so well and seemed to distract from the play as filler for filler’s sake – one particular scene in which the cast throw around plastic bags seemed a little empty and went on for much too long. The show could also benefit from being more interactive as in the parts where it is it works really well, but this is underutilised. Another impactful element of the play comes in the form of two of the cast members, Freya and Mina Caines, two school children whose very presence is a constant reminder of our duty to preserve the future of our planet, and whose brave performances and clear passion for the topic are truly inspiring.

This Play Will Solve Climate Change is exactly what people need to see at the moment and if I had my way I’d have it performed in every town in the country. This is a great example of one of those plays which is doing good, important work and I look forward to seeing it grow, thrive, and inspire even more theatre just like it.


This Play Will Solve Climate Change ~ [The White Bear Theatre] ~ Review
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
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Gina is a therapist with high hopes of helping troubled and vulnerable people find peace within themselves and discover their place in the world. Recovery and rehabilitation are her goals, but she may have bitten off more than she can chew when her work leads her to a facility for those with dangerous superpowers and she finds herself running therapy sessions for super villains.

Patients in her regular group sessions are Ink Lord, who can bring to life the things he paints, King Cobra, a drug baron who produces her own high-inducing venom, Lady Injustice, two students with opposing political ideals fused into one body, and Kevin who… well, nobody is quite sure what Kevin does. Armed with a notebook and a positive attitude, Gina refuses to believe that her patients were born bad and does everything within her power to make these over-powered convicts see the good in themselves, even when no one else can.

‘Villain, Interrupted’ is an absolute delight from start to finish, a humorous and snappy black comedy returning to that age-old question of nature versus nurture, exploring the ambiguous morality of incarcerating people for what they are rather than what they do. Effortlessly quick and witty, ‘Villain, Interrupted’ is riotous good fun packed full of high energy escapades and brimming with human warmth. Reminiscent of shows like Misfits and The Umbrella Academy, this is a must see for anyone who considers themselves a fan of tongue-in-cheek superhero stories.

Featuring scenes including a prison riot and a magical super powered attack on an art gallery, this is a staging challenge Dolls in Amber, the company behind ‘Villain, Interrupted’ met head on and passed with flying colours (literally!). A simple solution to a difficult undertaking is found in the form of an overhead projector and the clever use of acetate sheets. All the craziest action is projected onto a white screen, providing the full comic book effect and a wonderfully quirky aesthetic complete with speech bubbles, location changes, and visualised sound effects. This device is also utilised to provide an entertaining split screen effect at times, allowing the audience to see what’s happening in Gina’s imagination at the same time as what’s happening in reality.

There would be no way of pulling off this play without a seriously talented cast, and thankfully that’s exactly what the company of ‘Villain, Interrupted’ is comprised of. Emma Richardson plays Gina, looking for all the world like a well-meaning primary school teacher, and bringing an endearing, kooky, energetic positivity to this character, as well as, at times, a disarming vulnerability. The rest of the characters are played by an ensemble comprised of Sofia Greenacre, Freddie Stewart, and Francesca Forristal, whose multi-rolling talents carry this multifaceted show with distinctive characterisation and high energy physical theatre. Forristal’s ability to switch so effortlessly between being bumblingly comedic and deliciously sinister is a testament to her skills. Stuart’s performance as Ink Lord is layered with depth, both frightening and sympathetic, whilst Greenacre juggles the largest collection of roles with nimble dexterity and a great sense of timing.

What makes ‘Villain, Interrupted’ work so well is its consistency and awareness, both in tone, style, and pacing, no easy feat when telling such a big story in such a small space. This is a perfect example of how a little imagination can go a long way. If there’s one thing to take away from ‘Villain, Interrupted’ it’s that in theatre nothing is impossible. For a fun, bonkers, utterly spellbinding play with a world you can get fully immersed in then look no further than ‘Villain, Interrupted’.


Villain, Interrupted ~ [The Etcetera Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★☆
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Upon reading the press release for Fine and Dandy at The King’s Head Theatre I have to admit I was excited – there are times as a reviewer where you find yourself reading about a show which ticks a lot of your personal interest boxes and Fine and Dandy was one of them. An unusual protagonist, an epic journey spanning continents, a cast of weird and wonderful characters, musical numbers, music hall, queer themes, and all set during the turn of the century? Yes please!

Fine and Dandy is the story of Ernest Faigele Fine, not quite a man and not quite a woman, but certainly quite a character! Ernest’s life is turned upside down when their family falls upon hard times and decides to immigrate. This is the beginning of a life changing journey for Ernest, who finds a home amongst the show folk of the British music halls and a particularly close bond with the enigmatic cabaret singer, Dandy. But Ernest and Dandy are not without enemies, there are con artists and villains around every corner awaiting to thwart all of the naive Ernest’s best laid plans.

There are some really good ideas at the core of Fine and Dandy, its overall tone is quirky and interesting, its music hall style lending the tall tale a certain kind of charm. But, despite this, the show needs a lot of work. Almost everything about it feels messy and under rehearsed, every member of the cast fluffed lines on more than one occasion, people were talking over one another and repeating lines that had already been said, diction was unclear, entrances and exits were chaotic, and the script itself was clumsy and confused. It felt a little like a high school pantomime trying to engage with Brechtian theatre practices and totally missing the mark.

Credit where credit is due, the cast were having a lot of fun and putting a great deal of effort into their performances, and the show was not without its merits. The costumes were fantastic, the overall aesthetic fascinating. Sarah Warren’s performance was particularly strong, displaying great physicality, a lovely singing voice, and some impressive accents. Praise too for Jo Sutherland whose role as Albert Shufflebottom was very amusing and wonderfully acted.

Let it not be said that there aren’t nuggets of genuinely entertaining moments in Fine and Dandy, but it certainly needs a re-working. The script itself is oddly paced, there’s a ‘climactic’ moment in which Ernest is reunited with their father, whilst all the main characters they’ve met along the way end up in the same scene, and this somehow feels tacked onto the end and almost entirely glossed over. The amount of unnecessary miming and sound effects from the chorus comes across as juvenile rather than clever, the over use of these techniques distracting, time consuming, and at times just plain obnoxious. The dialogue is gabbled and the lack of any real emotion makes it impossible to even get the gist of what’s going on when lines come out gabbled and confusing. Honestly, if I didn’t have a press release to read before going in I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what the show had been about. Not all shows need to have a discernable plot, I agree, but they do at least need to evoke some sort of emotional response, and sadly Fine and Dandy just didn’t have either.

There’s some sensitive subject matter in Fine and Dandy, one of the main plot points being Ernest’s discovery of a ‘Two-Spirit’ shaman, ‘Two-Spirit’ being a person Native American tribes believe are neither male nor female. It’s a fantastic idea but is handled so clumsily that it feels almost insensitive, which I’m reluctant to say due to the cast and crew being made up of many artists on the queer spectrum themselves. It’s clear to see that the intentions here were good, but the poor execution means that sadly the show is miles off of hitting its mark.


Fine and Dandy ~ [The King's Head Theatre] ~ Review
★★☆☆☆
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In the same week that it was announced Alan Turing will be the new face of the fifty pound note another gay hero was remembered on a much smaller stage at The Kings Head in Islington. The Last Song of Oliver Sipple is a one man show about real life Vietnam veteran who, in 1975, stopped the assassination of American President Gerald Ford when a crazed gunwoman made an attempt on his life. In the days and weeks that followed the world wanted to know more about this national hero – who was he? Where had he come from? What was in store for him next? What would the President say when he invited him to the White House?

But journalists prying into the life of Oliver Sipple soon came across some startling information about his personal life – Sipple was a homosexual. Against his wishes the media released articles laying Sipple’s personal life bare for all to see, a devastating breech of privacy for Sipple, who had not yet even come out to his family. What should have been a celebration of a man who saved the life of a world leader became a vicious expose by a group of headline grabbing mud rakers who, over the next ten years or more, systematically destroyed Sipple’s life.

This was a story which I was previously unfamiliar with, and I can’t thank those involved in this show enough for bringing this incredible, important, and tragic tale to my attention. I love a good untold story, particularly those which fall under the category of queer history, and The Last Song of Oliver Sipple has everything one could hope to get out of an hour of theatre in this genre. David Hendon’s moving script is an insightful glimpse into the impact that a homophobic society has on an individual placed on a public platform. And it’s not just the cruelty of these homophobes which Hendon shines a light upon, but the scorn of Sipple’s own community when he asks that his private life remain just that – private.

There’s such a sense of helpless desperation to this show, Sipple’s life removed completely from his own control and carried away like a plastic bag in a high force gale. Jackson Pentland does a fantastic job of carrying the play, bringing an intuitive understanding to Sipple’s moments of pain and an easy brevity to his moments of mirth and resilience (and his drunk singing may be the best I’ve seen on stage!). His performance isn’t quite flawless, he favours the upwards inflection at the end of sentences a little too often and his American accent could use a little more honing, but they’re small gripes for an otherwise captivating performance.

The direction of The Last Song of Oliver Sipple is... a little odd. Each scene change is marked by the lights dimming, the chorus of a different classic pop song blasts out, and Sipple stands and dances to it, moving from one position to another. For the first scene or five this is fine, it’s formulaic but it works, but as the play gets more serious, more intense, and more upsetting these scene changes become jarring and even a little insensitive. Somewhere along the way it just stops working and becomes a distraction from the story rather than a tool to keep it going.

There’s more than just potential here, there’s a good show, which could become a great one with some minor tweaks, and I sincerely hope that it does. Thirty years after his death The Last Song of Oliver Sipple is a credit to his memory and a heart breaking tribute to every courageous person whose great deeds and achievements have been overshadowed by people’s obsession with who one takes to bed.

★★★☆☆
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Every queer person who has managed to take the brave leap out of the closet remembers their coming out story, an important milestone and a huge step towards self acceptance and living your truth. Personally mine was anti-climactic, I’d been dating my then girlfriend in secret for about six months, having told my parents we were just really good friends and had a lot of sleepovers. This one Sunday morning my mum came to pick me up from my girlfriend’s house and as she drove me home I decided that this was it, this was the day I’d let her know about this secret double life I’d been leading. This was the moment my life was about to change forever.

“Mum...” I said, “I, erm, I have something to tell you... I don’t know how you’re going to react... See, the thing is... I... erm...”
“You’re a lesbian,” Mum said for me, “And you’re dating Emily. I know. And it’s fine. You are who you are and I will always love you, you’re my daughter.”
And that was it. I was almost disappointed... almost.

But for every coming out story as positive as my experience there’s another story about a family torn apart by the revelation, and it’s these wildly varied and deeply personal tales Freddie Brook explores in his one man show Just Don’t Shout it from the Rooftops. Over the past two years Brook has collected coming out stories from all over the world and has woven them together into an educational and deeply touching piece of theatre. He explores the vast spectrum of experiences with a great deal of understanding and sensitivity, and although there are moments which are truly heart-breaking, the overall take away is positive and uplifting, one core message running through its centre – it gets better.

The show is made up of stories performed in the original teller’s words, giving a real candid, fly-on-the-wall feel to this piece and making it all the more poignant. Brook is a fantastic physical actor who captures the different visible quirks and speech patterns of these people wonderfully, so with each story it really does feel as though you’re meeting a different person. The pace of this show is fast, and in forty five minutes there isn’t a single lull, a single stumble, and the audience remains enraptured throughout. With nothing more than two pairs of glasses and a coffee cup, I’ve never seen anything so technically simple explore a topic this big with such earnest depth and complexity.

The idea behind this show is for it to be used as a piece of educational theatre to take to schools all over the country, to teach kids about the coming out experience, that they aren’t alone and it does get better. Open discussion and a little support is all that’s needed for LGBTQ+ children to not feel so alone, and this forty five minutes of theatre could be life changing. I wish I’d seen this when I was at school. Although things have gotten better for LGBTQ+ rights over the years homophobia is still rife, particularly in areas outside of big cities, and as someone who grew up in a tiny village I can tell you that knowing you’re not alone can be the difference between misery and happiness. Every high school kid should see this. Every parent should see this.

Just Don’t Shout it from the Rooftops showcases the bravery and resilience of the LGBTQ+ community in a deeply personal and human way. There are moments which make you laugh out loud, whilst others will bring you to tears and leave you curled up in your seat and bawling like a baby (like one very moved reviewer...). The show is concluded with a few inspirational words from Brook himself and some fantastic advice for the community in general. There’s something quite profound about Just Don’t Shout it from the Rooftops, there’s a sense of hearts reaching out to other hearts from right across the world, a web of love, support, and understanding, with Brook orchestrating these connections and acting as the mouthpiece for the guidance we wish we had the power to give one another.


Just Don’t Shout It From The Rooftops ~ [The King's Head Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★★
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Electra is one of the greatest revenge stories ever told, a Greek tragedy centring on a family torn apart by grief and murder. At the start of Sophocles’ Electra we find the titular character still mourning the death of her father, the king, many years after his murder at the hand of her mother, Clytemnestra. Electra’s last hope lies with her brother, Orestes, who she prays will soon return from exile to kill their mother for her unspeakable crime. But what is so interesting about this particular tale is that it’s not as black and white as it may first appear – Electra’s mother had her own revenge in mind when murdering her husband. Her motive? To avenge the death of their eldest daughter whom the old king had sacrificed to the gods.

These events have all occurred before the curtain comes up and are helpfully explained in the ‘background’ section of the programme provided for this fresh and powerful new take on a Greek classic. An opening monologue from Electra’s unnamed friend, who acts as narrator and guide throughout the play, gives a moving and succinct account of these events, and by its conclusion there is no doubt in the audience’s mind that these characters are at breaking point. This opening monologue sets the tone perfectly, not only for the misery of this story but for the incredible quality of the acting in this production. Molly Peterson, who plays this unnamed friend, has the audience transfixed from word go, her incredible stage presence and fearless, emotive performance sets the bar high, and the rest of this play does not disappoint.

Every aspect, every element of this production has clearly been thought out with a great degree of time and attention. High praise goes to director Isaiah Michalski for the meticulous care taken bringing this difficult and challenging play to life through clever use of sound, props, set, and lighting. This production is, in a word, tight – no detail is frivolous, no choice made without regard, and the methods used are all simple but incredibly effective. For example, all mood setting sound is provided by one single cello, played and composed by Marie Carroll. This entire production is a perfect lesson in how great theatre can be achieved on a limited budget.

Michalski’s brilliant vision for this play is brought to life by bold, nuanced performances from a seriously talented cast. They’re not afraid of silences and pauses, nor of raging fury and inconsolable grief, all delivered with real feeling and a painstaking awareness of pace and timing. The whole cast works well together, displaying an intimate chemistry between these complex characters and their complex relationships to one another. My only criticism would be that occasionally the highly emotive scenes could have benefitted from some more variety in volume and tone to make shouted moments more impactful, but overall the performances delivered were heart wrenching.

Although this play centres around Orestes mission to avenge his father with the help of his mentor, Didaskalos, it is very much a story about women, with men and the glory of their violence taking a back seat to the repercussions for the women left to deal with the chaos left in the wake of their destructive behaviour. It’s a production full of frantic energy, stained red with pain and anguish, threat of further violence always looming.

Clytemnestra is the closest thing to a villain in this story, but Ruva Chigwedere’s portrayal benefits from a multi-layered and borderline unhinged approach to the bereaved mother turned murderer, she throws herself into this role with gusto and delivers a sympathetic character trying to hold things together through her grief and ultimately failing. Ben Milliken makes for a high energy but subtly vulnerable Orestes, his physicality that of a tiger wound tight and ready to spring into violent action. The same can be said for Freddie MacBruce’s Didaskalos, who tears about the stage like a man possessed but with a calculating intelligence lacking in his younger friend. The voice of reason comes in the form of Electra’s sister Chrysothemis, the peace keeper, and kudos to Ece Hakim who engaged with the sweetness and gentle strength of this role whilst still making her presence known, no easy feat amongst a cast of such big personalities! And then, finally, there’s Electra, an incredibly complex and exhausting role delivered with an intelligent regard for the nuances of human grief by actress Balim Barutçu.

This production of Electra provides no answers, it gives no guidance, it presents the emotional turmoil of each member of a family destroyed by bloodshed and, quite literally, asks the audience to come to their own conclusion over who is in the right. Was Clytemnestra justified in the murder of her husband after his destruction of their child? Are her children right to seek revenge on her for their father’s death? The audience is left to puzzle this one out for themselves long after the curtain comes down. It’s a play not to be forgotten in a hurry.


Electra ~ [The Etcetera Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★★
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Birds of Paradise is a funny, charming, and heartfelt musical from Winnie Holzman, the writer of the
smash hit Broadway and West End show Wicked. This is the sort of musical which will leave you
smiling, but without so much sweetness you get toothache. The story follows a community theatre
group in a small town, a group which provides an escape from the monotony of everyday life for its
members. Although there may be some bickering, the group is all agreed that they’re there for the
same purpose – to have fun. But this all changes when a face from the past arrives in town, Laurence
left years ago to pursue a career as a Broadway actor, surely a success story to inspire! But when
Laurence hears a song from the musical which one of the community theatre actors, Homer, has
written he makes the decision to direct the show. What ensues is a power struggle between a writer
desperate to maintain the heart of his work, and a director with an ambitious creative vision.

There are a lot of shows about making shows, but this has the nice angle that it’s set within a
community theatre setting. The relationships the characters have with theatre, and with each other,
is the core of the musical, and there’s no denying that it leaves you with a warm fuzzy feeling as you
leave the theatre. There’s great energy from start to finish, with incredible voices across the board.
The quality of acting drastically surpasses anything you might expect to find in pub theatre, none of
the cast would look out of place on a major West End stage. The musical itself is a hidden treasure, a
simple but hugely entertaining piece about people and art. Some of the songs are hit and miss,
though generally very enjoyable, none of them are particularly memorable, although it hardly
matters in the moment as this show and its music is brilliantly uplifting.

The lighting design for Birds of Paradise is particularly good, a clever series of spotlights and fades
which really enhances the action, dialogue, and songs and adds another layer to what’s happening
on stage. The whole production feels very reminiscent of Jonathan Larson’s Tick Tick Boom! In the
way in which it deals with the connection between people and the theatre they invest themselves in.
It’s about maintaining the integrity of creation in a world that measures success by popularity and
money made. It’s also a witty, tongue in cheek parody of the process of making a musical hit that
sticks. It objectively explores the fine line between taking direction, making changes, and destroying
the heart of creative work.

Overall, Birds of Paradise is a delightfully entertaining musical with bags of character, it’s
wonderfully sentimental in the best way and highly recommended!


Birds of Paradise ~ [The Drayton Arms Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★
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To Be or Not to Be Scarlett O’Hara takes place in a hotel room mere hours after Vivien Leigh, one of the most famous early film actresses of the twentieth century, has discovered that she has been given the iconic role of Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With the Wind. This is the part of a lifetime and she knows it, but landing such a role is not without its complications, and personal sacrifices will have to be made in exchange for such a career defining opportunity.

Vivien’s main problems come in the shape of her less than supportive lover, screen and stage legend Laurence ‘Larry’ Olivier. The pair’s relationship is one of Hollywood’s worst kept secrets, but appearances must be maintained and they both have very different ideas about what their futures look like. Vivien expects Larry to be overjoyed for her when she brings him the news that she will be Scarlett O’Hara, but is met instead with jealousy and criticism, both for the film’s script and for herself as an actress. What follows is a lengthy debate about the profession of acting, screen writing, and being in the public eye.

This is a well-paced play with some good ideas, it beautifully captures the atmosphere and mood of its time and offers a fly-on-the-wall view of what life behind the glitz and glamour of Hollywood in the 30s and 40s might have really been like for the stars of the day. The dilemmas faced by Vivien and Larry are heartfelt and believable, giving a human voice to these real life legends. The costumes add a lot to this piece, Vivien in a stunning shimmering red dress and Larry in a tailored black suit and bow tie. Both are still enclosed in their red carpet trappings even whilst discussing very private and intimate affairs behind closed doors, which acts as a constant reminder to the strange double lives they both lead.

The play is carried by Sophia Eleni who plays Vivien Leigh, with a finely clipped accent and the fluid physicality of a natural born actress she is both believable and endearing. Although undeniably eccentric, there is never a sense that she is over the top, in fact some of her most subtle gestures are the most powerful. Frederico Moro‘s Laurence Olivier unfortunately doesn’t quite have the same punch, his lines are often too fast or his accent a bit too forced, and many of the words get a little lost along the way, which loses some of the impact of what he’s saying.

To Be or Not to Be Scarlett O’Hara is a three hander, but it should really be a two hander. The character of George Cukor, director of Gone With the Wind, appears towards the very end of the play but doesn’t really add anything to it. He could just as easily remain a voice on the phone, which he has been until this point in the play, and nothing would be lost. The script is also rather contrived throughout, containing a lot of clichés and repetitions which really need to be re-worked. The ending line is so predicable that there were people in the audience who actually mouthed along with it.

Overall, To Be or Not to Be Scarlett O’Hara is a wonderful idea for a story, it has a lot of good elements and a lot of potential, but just doesn’t quite hit the mark. I’m confident, however, that with some further edits and a few changes this could be a really excellent play.



To Be or Not to Be Scarlett O'Hara ~ [Etcetera Theatre] ~ Review
★★
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This double-bill is an absolute treat, a rejuvenation of two lesser known one act Tenessee Williams plays from theatre company Blunt Pyramid. Although both plays were written in the 1940s their themes are as relevant today as they have ever been, discussing issues such as prostitution and domestic abuse in an unflinchingly human way.

Hello from Bertha is the doomed tale of a young woman who has lost her way. We find Bertha at her lowest point, sick, washed up, and penniless. Alcohol, prostitution, and helpless misery have left Bertha bedridden and unable to work, and during the course of the play we see her try to plead her case with the owner of the bordello in which she lives and plies her trade in. The proprietor of the establishment, Goldie, wants her room cleared out for a girl capable of working, Bertha is taking up valuable bed space and therefore losing her money, but Bertha is head sick and delusional and refuses to budge.

This is a hard but honest portrayal of lost youth and innocence, we see the terrible results of one woman’s fall from grace and the hopelessness of situation she finds herself in. Hannah Dale, who stars in the title role, absolutely makes this show. Her fearless performance as the young working-girl whose drink-addled brain can no longer differentiate between what’s real and what’s not is heart-breaking. Broken both mentally and physically, possibly beyond repair, this poor woman’s desperation is conveyed with no-holds-barred by Dale as she quite literally drags herself around the stage and rambles hysterically in the vain hope that someone will come to save her.

27 Wagons Full of Cotton is the story of a young couple struggling to keep their heads above water and the place of a woman in the rural south of America in the 1930s. When her controlling husband takes on the task of working twenty seven wagons of cotton after the cotton gin of their neighbour Silva mysteriously burns down, Flora finds herself having to spend an afternoon alone on the porch with her husband’s dominating new employer. In the air between them hangs a terrible secret, and what follows is an agonising game of cat-and-mouse as the menacing Silva attempts to pry the secret from lips.

Dark and unsettling, 27 Wagons deals with themes of domestic abuse and sexual violence, and touches on themes of poverty and racism. Sam Raffal’s spine chilling performance as the oily slick and dangerous Silva is enough to make you tremble – from his serpent like Southern drawl to his predatory physicality, he dominates the stage with a threatening presence that’s impossible to ignore. The innocent and simple minded Flora is played to perfection by Hollie Murten, who is both funny and wonderfully endearing. Flora’s glow of naivety and innocence makes this tale even more unnerving, it’s enough to make the audience want to jump onstage and whisk her away from these horrible and violent men before they can inevitably destroy her.

Both plays take a hard look at the problems faced by women in a world dominated by men. Troubling and thought-provoking, you’ll leave the theatre with goose bumps, guaranteed. The quality of acting is first class and the direction is simple but incredibly effective. This is Tenessee Williams at his finest, executed with sensitivity, care, and heart.


Hello From Bertha and 27 Wagons Full of Cotton ~ [Hen and Chickens Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★
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Fifty years ago homosexuality was decriminalised in the UK, but five decades on the LGBTQ community still faces a host of challenges as a result of homophobic discrimination, leading to mental and physical health problems on a huge scale. One dangerous practice prevalent in certain pockets of LGBTQ culture in particular is still worryingly overlooked and underreported – chemsex. This is the foundation of Patrick Cash’s raw and painfully honest play The Chemsex Monologues, which started life in the King’s Head Theatre’s 2016 Queer Season and is running now through to the 9th April.

Five interlinking monologues from four characters reveal the dangerous and complex world of chemsex chillouts in a very candid and human light, exploring the complications of love, lust, and addiction and their devastating consequences. A touch of humour and some heart-breaking tragedies turn these four characters from statistics into human beings, providing a glimpse into the lives of people mixed up in the chemsex scene and the ramifications that the overuse of sex and drugs have on their hearts, minds, and bodies. For anyone who has spent any time on the LGBTQ party and clubbing scene the kinds of events described in the Chemsex Monologues are very familiar, an oversaturation of casual sexual encounters and euphoria inducing drugs like GHB, mephedrone, crystal meth, and MDMA. The situations are not exaggerated for effect, they ring true, and they spare no detail.

The Chemsex Monologues is highly energetic and painfully engaging. Denholm Spurr delights and disarms with his captivating performance as Nameless, a beautiful boy with a broken heart whose inevitable tragedy unfolds before our eyes. But it’s a standout performance from Matthew Hodson as the irresistibly likeable sexual health worker Daniel which really steals the show. His performance is both thoughtful and amusing, with a wonderful physicality and perfectly timed delivery. It’s from Daniel’s point of view we can capture a glimpse of the chemsex scene through eyes not tinted by over dilated rose coloured pupils.
Unfortunately some parts of several of the monologues are let down by pacing issues, as the high energy script runs away with the actors and important lines are lost in gabbled excitement.

At times the plot feels overstressed, Cash’s monologues tell a powerful story about the chemsex scene but that story only really has one thing to say and repeats themes a little too often. It also doesn’t seem to say anything particularly new, plays like Mark Ravenhill’s ‘Shopping and F***ing’ and ‘Mother Clap’s Molly House’ having had similar conversations in the late 90s and early 00s. But that being said it is still a vital topic and it’s important to keep returning to this discussion.

Explicit, shocking, painful, and also very humorous, The Chemsex Monologues is an insightful view into the destructive reality of some parts of LGBTQ social culture. It’s a grim reminder that even in the twenty first century society’s prejudice against gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer people continues to create a toxic environment which can lead to the kinds of loneliness, mental health problems, addiction, and recklessness exacerbated by hate and intolerance.


The Chemsex Monolgues ~ [King's Head Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★
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It’s always a good time for political satire but lately, with everything going on in the world, it feels like a great time for it. That’s why the Pentameter Theatre’s production of Bernard Shaw’s delightfully witty play ‘Press Cuttings’ is the perfect way to indulge in an hour of pure entertainment.

Set in 1912, the play centres on the subjects of war and women’s suffrage, which tangle together with hilarious results. General Mitchener and Prime Minister Balsquith meet in Mitchener’s office and debate the best course of action to take to deal with the unrest caused by groups of soldiers and women protesting their rights, (or rather lack of). Mitchener is a brash man with old fashioned views, a military mind, and an overbearing attitude, while bumbling Balsquith doesn’t seem to know which way to turn to keep everybody happy. The situation is only exasperated by the arrival and input of an orderly and three women of very different minds but equally strong characters.

Press Cuttings is a charmingly British play with bags of wit and a traditionally satirical style. Evenly paced and rounded off with a satisfying conclusion, this show is pure entertainment. The cast of six infuse the play (which is more than 100 years old) with fresh energy and a real sense of fun. Clive Greenwood impresses with his dynamic performance as the bull-headed General Mitchener, his dialogue hurtling forward with brazen abandon, every inch a cocksure military man. Seamus Newham is an awkward but somewhat endearing Balsquith, fumbling and stuttering through his lines with an ever-present sense of long suffering exhaustion. Joe Sargent’s Orderly is created with fantastic physicality and is a joy to watch, a straight-talking everyman we can all relate to. Battle-axe, Mrs. Banger, is irresistibly funny thanks in no small part to a wonderful performance from Alexis Leighton, while Bethany Blake is a sublimely graceful but undeniably powerful Lady Corinthia Fanshaw. Last, but by no means least, Linda Bardell approaches the character of the reliable (but never to be underestimated) Mrs Farrell with a winning and easy humour.

Michael Friend’s Press Cuttings is naturally comical without feeling forced. The energy is fantastic, though one criticism is that in some places it could do with slowing down. There were times when it seemed too afraid to pause and unfortunately some of Shaw’s razor-sharp dialogue was lost in the rush to get to the next line. Overall though this play is very well put together and enormously good fun. Thoroughly recommended.


Press Cuttings ~ [Pentameters Theatre] ~ Review
★★★★

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Often the real dramas happen not on stage but behind closed doors, and that couldn’t be truer than in Halley Feiffer’s dynamic edge-of-your seat play ‘I’m Gonna Pray for You So Hard’. Gripping, shocking, and raw, this is a black comedy with an emphasis on the black, so if you’re looking for some light evening entertainment then this probably isn’t for you.

The immediately striking thing about this play is that from start to finish it is high energy - a whirlwind of frantic emotion and twists and turns that isn’t easy to pull off with a two-hander. The play primarily takes place over the course of one night while ambitious actress Ella spends the evening drinking with her successful playwright father David as they put off reading reviews for her latest show. David tells Ella stories of how he started in the theatre business and the path which led to his success. Father and daughter are extremely close, but it’s not long before it emerges that things aren’t all happy families …
Jill Winternitz plays Ella, the neurotic actress desperate for her father’s approval. This is an emotional and nuanced performance which Winternitz delivers by throwing her whole self into it. At the start of the play her reactions seem a little forced, but as the play progresses her performance becomes much stronger and thoroughly convincing. Ella has very little dialogue for the first part of the show, the opening half an hour may as well be a monologue as David rants and barrels on at an alarming pace, pausing only to allow intermittent “Oh God’s” and “No!’s” from Ella, but as tensions build and emotions start running high it’s impossible not to feel sympathetic towards her.

Adrian Lukis, who plays David, is just out of this world. Not for a moment does his energy drop, not for a second is the audience in any doubt about who this man is. He swings from one extreme to another with natural ease, laughter and anger, ranting and whispers, love and disdain … his emotions turn on the edge of a knife with finely choreographed precision and he’s frighteningly believable. From the way he holds his hands to the set of his jaw, he is every inch David. The subtlest change in expression tells a thousand words, his eyes both warm-and-freeze the heart in the same moment, he’s enchanting and terrifying all at once and, while trapped in that theatre with him, we are all Ella.

‘I’m Gonna Pray for You So Hard’ is an extraordinary play which is funny, gritty, and self-aware. There are moments where it’s a little too obvious, where some of the parallels between the two characters, for example, are a bit on the nose. The dramatic ironies could use a little more tact and subtlety but it’s still highly enjoyable, despite being a tad heavy handed in parts. It’s a shame that it’s taken this long for it to have its UK premiere. ‘I’m Gonna Pray for You So Hard’ has all the makings of a modern classic and one can only hope that this won’t be the last time it makes an appearance on the London stage.

Fast paced, compelling, and very real, if you get a chance to see ‘I’m Gonna Pray for You So Hard’ then go. To witness such a brilliant play and such a high calibre of acting in such an intimate space is really something special.

I'm Gonna Pray For You So Hard ~ [Finborough Theatre] ~ | Review

★★★★

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