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Aladdin (Susan Elkin reviews)

Show: Aladdin

Society: Fairfield Halls Croydon

Venue: Ashcroft Theatre, Fairfield Halls, Park Lane, Croydon, Surrey CR0 1JD

Credits: by Jon Monie. Produced by UK Productions.

Aladdin

2 stars

Photo: Jack Dryden


This pantomime has some good features. Davood Ghadami has terrific stage presence and a splendid voice, although when he sings it’s mostly “singspiel”. The eight year old sitting behind me told me he thought “the baddie” was the best thing in the show and I agree with him – one of the best Abanazers I’ve seen for several years. And his pretend out-of-role asides are delicious.

Also strong – and that’s unusual in this relatively minor role – is Mark Peachey as the querulous, money-grabbing emperor. And any one that can do three back flips from standing still as rubber bodied Ross Dorrington does repeatedly as the Genie of the Lamp gets a big round of admiring applause from me.

The rest of the cast are competent but generally unremarkable. And why does the otherwise reasonably entertaining Charlie Guest as Wishee Washee have to pace/trot backwards and forwards across the stage almost the entire time he’s on it like a stressed lion in a cage? It gets very irritating after a while.

The curved, side thrust extensions to the stage, which make it C- shaped and create a sort of discrete band area for the three musicians led by Tom Knowles, are imaginatively used. Set design is by Jon Harris, Jason Bishop and Ian Wilson. Most of the backdrops and other flats and props are colourfully traditional and fit for purpose.

There are problems, though with Jon Monie’s script. Panto is always billed as being for the whole family. This one is far too wordy for the youngest children. The ones sitting near me were so restive, noisy and bored  that I missed some of the punchlines – although it has to be said that the timing of the jokes is often weak so that those punchlines are allowed to fall flat anyway. Many of the jokes are way over the heads of most children and some didn’t get a laugh at all although there was a loud adult chortle at a line about Prince Harry’s parentage. Moreover there are far too many gratuitous sex jokes which barely raise a titter from anyone and bypass the children altogether.

It’s always good to see something new in a panto, though and the scene in which Richard J Hunt as Widow Twankee and Charlie Guest pretend to be ballet dancers and perform a tortured scene with a balloon is fun. Otherwise we get a very boring slosh scene, hardly worthy of the name and a ghost scene which works adequately enough if you haven’t seen it 500 times before.

First published by Sardines:https://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/review/aladdin-20/

 

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One of my amateur musician friends recommended this warm, compelling book while she and I were drinking tea and eating biscuits during a break on a recent course. I had read Mike Gayle before, with a lot of pleasure, but All The Lonely People, which first published in 2020, got right under my skin.

It tells the story of Hubert Bird who arrived in Britain from Jamaica in the 1960s full of enthusiasm and hope of a better life despite the grey climate. What he met, of course, was a wall of blind prejudice. I am white British but I remember those times with vivid horror. In 1963 one of the landlords in Forest Hill, where I then lived, announced that he’d have no “blacks” in his pub. I was appalled, aged 16, but most of the people I knew simply shrugged their shoulders.  Signs saying “no coloureds” were common where rooms were offered for let or jobs advertised. And Mike Gayle whose own family probably experienced all this at first hand, obviously understands this better than I ever will. It is, thank goodness, one of the many things which has got better over the last 60 years.

Hubert, who is an eminently decent chap, eventually gets a job in the loading area of a department store where he is bullied and beaten up – until the rather more enlightened line manager intervenes and sacks a few people. And that’s how Hubert meets Joyce, a young white woman who works upstairs and who is asked to apply first aid to his injuries. She becomes the love of his life as a result of which she is rejected and ostracised by her own family.

The narrative unfolds over a split time frame. We first meet Hubert as an elderly widower, living in Bromley in the present day and very lonely. Something has happened to his son – it’s a long time before we discover what. Hubert’s daughter is an academic in Australia. She is due to visit soon so Hubert is desperate to make some friends so that she will not worry about him. Then a chatty, pushy young woman, a single mother with a young child, moves in next door and knocks to say hello … As Gayle hops adeptly from then until now we gradually learn the trajectory of Hubert’s life which has brought him to where he is now

There are some unexpected plot twists in this arresting novel. Things are not quite what they seem and it is in part a study of mental health and mechanisms the brain uses for dealing with grief. It’s also a glorious celebration of the power of friendship because Hubert does eventually meet new people and, together, they start something exponentially powerful which is going to help others in Bromley. And, incidentally, the Bromley background is another little bonus since it is just up the road from where I now live and every landmark is accurate and familiar. Gayle was born in Birmingham but now lives “in London”. I suspect that might mean Bromley. If not his research is meticulous.

His characters are richly convincing: Tony the lugubrious pessimist, Kayla the little girl Hubert eventually befriends, Joan who’s pretty lonely herself and with whom Hunbert feels real affinity. Then there’s Gus, the original friend who persuaded Hubert to come to Britain, and who has problems of his own in old age. And it’s all done with huge sensitivity, tempered with lightness of touch. There is, moreover, near the end, a lump-in-the-throat moment when an unknown young white woman approaches him and says she’s a relative.

If you don’t know Mike Gayle’s work in general or All The Lonely People in particular, then get to it. You’re in for a treat.

Next week on Susan’s Bookshelves: Prisoner of War and other stories by Guy for Maupassant.

Show: Macbeth

Society: London (professional shows)

Venue: Donmar Warehouse. 41 Earlham Street, Seven Dials, London WC2H 9LX UK

Credits: By William Shakespeare. Directed by Max Webster.

Type: Sardines

Macbeth

5 stars

This is one of those rare shows which fully sold out for its entire run even before press night so it was very much a case of, to quote a different play, “Now sits expectation in the air”.  Well, I’ve seen plenty of A-list Macbeths over the years including Derek Jacobi, Roger Allam, Antony Sher and Jonathan Pryce along with dozens of less famous ones but David Tennant blew my socks off. He has an exceptional talent for making every word of Shakespeare’s text sound naturalistic and inclusively modern. I’ve noticed this before but never so much as in this startling, original production.

It will be remembered as “the one with the headphones”. Every seat has a pair with a clear channel to each ear and audience members are told that they won’t be able to hear the show without them. The effect is astonishing. The sound design (Gareth Fry) provides murmurs, cackles, and sinister breathing when the witches are about. There’s a raven which screeches from right to left so convincingly it’s hard not to duck. And it means that the cast doesn’t have to project vocally. You can have real whispers and muttering as well as soliloquies which really sound like thoughts. Tennant’s “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” was the most moving I’ve ever heard because it was conversational.  And the sound effects at the murder of Lady Macduff are almost unbearable. I suspect this might catch on  – and it provided a good opening line for the Glaswegian Porter (Jatinder Singh Randhawa – very funny)

For decades I’ve argued that Macbeth doesn’t need physical witches. They are figments of Macbeth’s disturbed mind and post- traumatic stress after the war (a point well made by hand washing at the beginning). And that’s what Max Webster has done here. There is some swarmingly evocative ensemble work in the second Witches scene but they aren’t really present in the traditional sense. And it works perfectly.

Cush Jumbo is both chilling and vulnerable as Lady Macbeth and the chemistry she and Tennant create together is wonderfully rich so the tragedy of that breaking down is desperately painful. Her sleepwalking presents a pitiful figure whose mind has completely blown and I liked the idea of substituting her for Ross before the Macduff murders to create a sense of female solidarity, helpless as it is.

There’s a strong performance from Noof Ousellam as Macduff. When he hears of the killings at Fife his reaction is electrifying although changing “dam” to hen” in “all my pretty chickens and their dam” sounds peculiar. And Casper Knopf did a fine job on press night (he alternates with Raffi Phillips)  as Fleance, the McDuff boy and Young Siward. The whole audience winces when Tennant despatches him in the latter role.

All this is set (designed by Rosanna Vize) on a big shiny white platform which becomes a table and looks hideously dramatic when blood-stained. Cast members sometimes walk round it at ground level too. Behind it is a mirrored glass screen with doors through which, at various points, we can see the ensemble  and the actor musos who provide atmospheric Scottish music (composed by MD Alasdair Macrae).

Macbeth is Shakespeare’s shortest play and if you cut the English scene pretty substantially, as here, you can bring it in at under two hours without interval. I’ve seen it done like this before and it certainly makes sense artistically. It means that the tension never flags even it costs the venue some income in the form of interval sales.

This could be a “marmite” production. Some people probably won’t like certain aspects of it but it stands for me as one of the most powerful and interesting takes on the play I’ve ever seen – and I am a bit of a Macbeth veteran. You might get a return, if you’re very lucky.  Worth a try.

First published by Sardines: https://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/review/macbeth-23/

 

 

 

 

Show: Oh No it Isn’t!

Society: London (professional shows)

Venue: Jack Studio Theatre. 410 Brockley Road, London SE4 2DH

Credits: By Luke Adamson. Directed by Kate Bannister. Presented by The Jack Studio Theatre

Oh No it Isn’t!

4 stars

Photo: Davor Tovarlaza


Luke Adamson’s new play is a homage to pantomime. Funny in a bitter-sweet way, it’s partly celebratory but there’s also anguish – tragedy even – behind the scenes.

We’re in the dressing room of two men who are playing the ugly sisters in Cinderella and the rolling aside of a clothes rail (set design by Karl Swinyard) takes us neatly onto the panto stage, several times, so that we become the audience at this show within a show.

Mr Chancery (Matthew Parker)  is clearly better at the job and has other work to go on to after the panto run.  Mr Worth (Bryan Pilkington) is staler, corpses during the show and knows that his career is falling apart. These two men have evidently worked together many times before and there are ancient grudges which still rankle so they bicker.

Parker’s portrayal of Mr Chancery is of a man who knows his craft and can think logically about pantomime issues. His comic timing in the dressing room and his all-telling facial expressions are part of a fine performance. As Mr Worth, Pilkington gives us a sad, angry man who know that he is, almost literally, losing the plot but can do nothing to prevent the slide. The two men play off each other beautifully, especially in the final scene when their characters get out of their costumes (costume changes accompany much of the earlier dialogue) at the end of the show’s run and stop posturing. “You’re more likely to get cast if you’ve been on Love Island than if you’re been to bloody drama school” snarls Mr Worth. Adamson admits that much of this play is rooted in his own experience (like Mr Worth, he did his first panto at age 9) and I bet he has heard that bitter, truthful line said through gritted teeth in a dressing room somewhere

When the two men are on stage singing songs and doing routines there’s a lot of affectionate laughter. Of course the slosh scene is weak and the audience participation song excruciating but that’s the whole point. It’s a pretty lacklustre pantomime these characters are in. But they do all the “it’s behind you” and clumsy dances and songs in a hammy way and involve the real  Jack Studio audience as their panto audience. It’s a thoughtful, ingenious 65 minutes.

On Press Night the Parker and PIlkingon got five minutes into the show and the lighting decision seemed very odd because we could hardly see their faces. Then the Stage Manager announced there was a technical hitch and that we were going back to the beginning of the first song. That led to some cheerful adlibbing as the actors reversed the costume change they’d just done. It was all handled with smooth professionalism and the second time we had the lighting (designed by Robbie Butler) which meant we could see what was going on. It’s fun when things go wrong – as Pilkington quipped.

First published by Sardines: https://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/review/oh-no-it-isnt/

 

 

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St Augustine’s Singers, Cambridge

Conductor Lucas Elkin

Michaelhouse

16 December 2023

This concert was a refreshing antidote to all the schmultzy, mass-produced junk music that’s relentless pumped out at us every December. It ranged over several centuries, took us all over Europe and included some unexpected delights.

One such was probably the most challenging, and the longest item, in the programme: Totus Tuus by Henryk Mikolaj Gorecki, a Polish composer who died in 2010,  requires the sort of control that only a fine chamber choir (15 in the St Augustine’s Singers on this occasion) directed with real attention to detail, could bring off. It includes some scarily unpredictable close harmony and a very long pianissimo/morendo ending. The only way to do it is to trust the conductor and Lucas Elkin delivered it impeccably.

Among the other eleven items in this lunch-time pot-pourri we also got a pleasing rendering of Beata Viscera by William Byrd. Of course we’ve been marking the 400th anniversary of his death all this year so he’s pretty ubiquitous at the moment. Here, that characteristic, eight-part, soaring sound was delivered with panache.

Qui Creavit Caelum by Philip Mead is a tricky piece because it wanders through many keys and those descending intervals must be tricky to get accurate but this was a very creditable performance.

Included for balance were some pieces that anyone who’s ever sung in a choir will know intimately. Both John Goss’s See Amid the Winter Snow and Gustav Holst’s In the Bleak Winter were sung with clarity and warmth. And I liked the account of Peter Cornelius’s The Three Kings with Will Hale singing the tenor solo. The balance was excellent with the accompanying choir  and Hale was very pleasant to listen to. There was a commendably nippy account of Berlioz’s The Shepherd’s Farewell too.

I have heard Elkin’s own arrangement of Stille Nacht before but had forgotten how lovely it is with a lot of colourful harmony from an all male group – until the last verse when there’s a soprano solo. Vincci Lau, an adult woman, sang this without vibrato and with all the transparent silvery crystalline beauty of a 9 year old choir boy.

Hark the Herald Angels Sing was billed as the last number and nearly everyone in the audience got a cheerful surprise because Elkin’s arrangement sets it to Arthur Sullivan’s Eagle High from Utopia Limited. It works astonishingly well and made a fine, upbeat ending to this charming concert.

Versatile Mo Wah Chan was another reason why this concert was as good as it was. She sang soprano in all the unaccompanied numbers, walking across the space to provide  piano accompaniment where it was required. And it was all done with quiet efficiency and skill.

Michaelhouse is a good venue too. One end of the church is a busy café while the east end is used for services and concerts. The acoustic is warm and friendly and the glass screen between the building’s two sections acts as pretty effective sound proofing.

 

 

The Light Princess – Albany Deptford

Picture: Alex Brenner

The Light Princess continues at the Albany Deptford, London until 24 December 2023.

Star rating: two stars ★ ★ ✩ ✩ ✩

The Light Princess is a devised three-hander about a princess in a country called Sneachta who is “different” because she can float, which in this context means fly. Her mother despairs but eventually accepts this otherness, once her daughter has found a supportive friend.

It’s marketed as “a grown-up musical for all the family” with specific mention of ages three to seven in the small print. Actually the sophisticated ideas it tries to convey – at some length – are way too complex for most pre-schoolers. The young children in the two families behind me were literally running about the back of the theatre, totally disengaged, which is pretty distracting for anyone, of any age, able or wanting to watch the show and think about the issues.

And that’s a pity because there’s some good work here …

Read the rest of this review at Musical Theatre Reviews https://musicaltheatrereview.com/the-light-princess-albany-deptford/

Cinderella 3 stars

Nottingham Playhouse

Photo: Pamela Raith.


I saw this show at a matinee along with the biggest school party I’ve ever seen and every one of them was in the mood for a whooping good time. At times the noise drowned dialogue and songs although it must have been a treat for the cast to play to such a receptive audience. It has to be said, though, that perhaps the script should have been adjusted for this crowd because most of the cleverer jokes and puns went over their heads and fell flat.

John Elkington has masses of Dame experience and he plays Rose with flair and neat comic timing. He and Tom Hopcroft, as Violet, the second younger sister play well off each other too, each with  a specific personality.

A number of things made this pantomime better than some. There several songs known to all the children present so, invited or not, they joined in and it felt very inclusive. And you can’t get more traditional than a quick, slick round of “If I were not upon the stage a policeman I would be …” presented as entertainment at the ball.

A rather engaging “scary” (not) ghost sequence with ultra-violet light and disembodied arms apparently moving on their own was such fun that the conventional ghost scene after it seemed lack-lustre.

The  use of a chorus of woodland animals with gorgeous masks is a nice touch and the model flying horse which pulls the coach to the ball and actually achieves lift off is good. Design is by Cleo Pettit and includes an attractive stained glass window-inspired stage frame with lots of glowing pumpkins, There was also a good comedy scene in which Hopcroft plays with the follow spot.

I was amused at the momentary horror when a chunk was hacked off a foot to make it fit the slipper. It seemed gross and rare in Panto. In fact it is straight out of Perrault (1628-1703) who wrote the original pre-Disney, pre-panto story which is much more gruesome than the sanitised version we’re used to,

There are some strong performances in this show. Jewelle Hutchinson delights as Cinderella – all sweetness and dignity. She has a fine singing voice too. So does Alice Redmond who doubles the Fairy Godmother (all soft vowels) with the cackling RP-speaking step mother. Danny Hendrix holds the audience well as Buttons and when he eventually presses his “Big Golden Button” – well it’s a spontaneous applause moment.

 

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I spotted this book in the National Theatre Bookshop four or five years ago and bought it. The main attraction was the pretty cover. I don’t normally go in for that. I’m usually all about content. It’s the quality that counts and not the wrappings, as my father used to opine in various contexts. But I really couldn’t resist this elegant Liberty fabric cloth cover and the matching marker ribbon. Tactilty and visual delight, for once, won the day.

Over several Christmases since I have dipped into it, along with my collection of other favourite old Christmas anthologies, but until now had never read it right through. Now that I have, I can report that it’s a goldmine of new discoveries.

Simon Rae’s collection dates from 2017 and of course he includes all the obvious, familiar things such as John Betjeman’s Christmas, the opening of St John’s Gospel, Charles Causley’s Innocents’ Song, some Dickens and lots of carols. But across 260 pages he also assembles lots of extracts, stories and poems which were either new to me or which I’d never thought of in this context. I like the way he ranges across nine centuries (I don’t think I knew that I Saw Three Ships dates from the 14th century) and arranges his material in broad themes such as War, Family, Carols, Animals and seventeen other “chapters”.

I especially enjoyed George Bernard Shaw’s 1898 review of The Babes in the Wood at Theatre Royal, Drury Lane in which he gives us a witty condemnation of Christmas and all who sail exploitatively in her, including pantomime makers and participants. He describes Christmas as …. “an indecent subject; a cruel gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject, a wicked, cadging, lying, blasphemous and demoralizing subject”. Oh for an ounce of Mr Shaw’s flair with words. I wouldn’t mind a bit of his fearless cynicism either.

Or take George Monbiot’s short piece which suggests that the image of Father Christmas being drawn across the sky by reindeer may have its orgins in delusions induced by eating hallucinogenic fly agaric toadstools in darkest Siberia.

Of course, moreover, I relish anything by Wendy Cope and  hope I’m not infringing copyright by sharing this witty, bitter little gem here.

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle.

The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle

And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle

And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful if you’re single.

 Rae also throws into the mix Just William, Saki, Mr Pooter, TS Eliot, Jilly Cooper, DH Lawrence, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, John Milton and a delightful spoof, by Frank Jacobs,  on The Night Before Christmas  among many others. It really is a glorious and eclectic seasonal read – like a tasty Christmas pudding into which every imaginable ingredient has been happily stirred with plenty of brandy.

 

Next week on Susan’s Bookshelves: All the Lonely People by Mike Gayle