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Review – Last Rites, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 28th January 2025

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Ad Infinitum’s Last Rites comes to Northampton as part of its UK tour and, as a performance piece, defies labelling into any category, but I’ll have a try. It’s a play with three characters, all performed by deaf actor Ramesh Meyyappan, utilising his superb physical movement and mime skills, to tell a story without speech.

Arjun returns to India from the UK with his small son Krishna, as his father has died. Even though he isn’t religious and has never been taught the intricacies of the post-death Hindu rituals, it falls to him as the oldest son to prepare his father’s body for cremation. And as he does so, he reflects on his childhood and growing up, and his relationship with his father. We see him offering his father unwanted help in the kitchen, making his first visit to the Hindu Temple, and changing his education to a school for the deaf. Following teenage disagreements, and a disastrous rejection of an arranged marriage, Arjun makes his ultimate escape from his father’s influence by emigrating to the UK.

There is no scenery to speak of, just a mattress on the floor, a bowl of water, a small pot of ash and some clothes for the dead. Specifically designed for both deaf and hearing audiences, the production uses a combination of Mr Meyyappan’s sign language and mime to tell the story, aided by text appearing on an eloquent video projection – a combination of words and imagery that compliment the sign language perfectly. Akintayo Akinbode’s beautiful sound composition has many motifs, including some delicately playful music representing Krishna, and Ali Hunter’s lighting design helps us understand the various changes of time and location.

It’s a very thoughtful and emotional piece that poses some fascinating questions about father/son relationships. Arjun shows both love and fury towards his dead father, and it’s clear that he has learned from his experiences how better to bring up his own son. It celebrates deaf culture and identity, and there’s a heartfelt explosion at the end when Arjun despises his father for his refusal to learn sign language; so much went wrong in their relationship simply due to a lack of communication and an absence of valuable father/son conversations.

It tells the story very clearly; however, even at around 70 minutes, it feels a little long. There is a lot of repetition of handwashing; this emphasises the ritual, but nevertheless it is a little tiring to watch the same thing again and again. For the most part Last Rites runs at a slowish pace and could do with some occasional boosts of energy for variety. But it’s performed with real commitment and integrity, and Mr Meyyappan delivers a masterclass in his non-verbal performance skills and style. After its two nights in Northampton, the show moves on to Bedales, Newbury, Scarborough, Ipswich and Salford, plus a week in July at the Bristol Old Vic.

3-starsThree-sy Does It!

Review – Screaming Blue Murder, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 25th January 2025

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Having been banished from the stages of the Royal and Derngate more effectively than a bunch of Faithfuls picking on themselves, how rewarding it is to see Screaming Blue Murder back in the hallowed portals of the Royal Theatre after such a long time, with a fittingly large and buzzing audience to welcome it. When regular host Dan Evans bounded on stage to galvanise us all into attention, a little voice in the back of my head sang Hello Danny, well hello Danny, it’s so nice to have you back where you belong. Please don’t ever send Screaming Blue Murder back to the dreaded Screen 2. It makes no sense!

Dan was on unsurprisingly blistering form as he (and we) got to know Tommy, the unenthusiastic Royal Mail recruiter, a triumvirate of front row Petes, an uninhibited Nana celebrating her 50th birthday, and sensible Kelsey with her hench Physical Trainer boyfriend. If the Royal has one fault, on a cold winter night the wind can whip off that stage into the audience, but Dan was able to keep us warmer than our massed ranks of gilets and duffel coats.

First up, and someone we’ve seen many times before, was the pride of Wolverhampton, Susan Murray. With oodles of attack, she regaled us with tales of her Glaswegian parents, the secrets of the menopause, and fully justified disdain of President Trump (2.0). Northampton audiences rarely go for political comedy in a big way, and Saturday’s crowd was no different. Nevertheless, she has a remarkable ability to generate big energy, and all her observations are on point and hilarious. An excellent start to the evening.

Next, and new to us, came Bennett Kavanagh, a self-confessed middle-class single gentleman, with an electronic keyboard slung over his shoulder like an outsized manbag. Beautifully self-deprecating, he uses the instrument not only for some comedy songs, but also for its jingle potential. I loved his routine about lift music, the perils of not having Spotify Premium, and how you can use the Windows chords in awkward moments. Terrific timing, an intriguingly funny stage persona, and with some brilliant material, he had us howling throughout.

Our headliner was Joey Page, who has a mischievous way of making sure we know his socials are JoeyPageComedy, and who trades on his slightly unusual physical presence for maximum comic effect. He has great insight into the laughter potential of the British class system, and his idea of being Upper Working Class is an eye-opener. He has the measure of a Northampton audience, teasing us with our Cultural Quarter, and guessing that no one comes here unless you’re born here; it’s true, the game’s up. Admirably verbally dextrous, he delivers his very clever and inventive material that makes you think as well as makes you laugh, and he went down a storm.

Best Screaming Blue Murder for a very long time. The show returns to the Royal (hurrah!) on 27th February. Book now for a great night out!

Review – Summer 1954, Festival Theatre, Chichester, 23rd January 2025

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In the summer of 1954, Terence Rattigan was the darling of British theatre. The year before, his successful The Deep Blue Sea finished its run at the Duchess Theatre, and The Sleeping Prince opened at the Phoenix. His new production, two one-act plays by the name of Separate Tables would open at the St James’ Theatre in September. He’d ride the crest of this wave for a little longer until John Osborne’s Look Back in Anger reset the theatre scene in 1956, and Rattigan would be consigned to the drawer marked Fuddy-Duddy for many years.

But, as James Dacre’s beautifully staged and paced Summer 1954 reveals, Rattigan wrote plays of extraordinary quality. There’s never an unnecessary line or an incidental character; everything is neatly planned and tightly delivered. Summer 1954 unites one of the Separate Tables, Table Number Seven – where hotel resident Major Pollock falls into disgrace because of his indecent behaviour – with his hard-hitting 1948 one act play, The Browning Version, relating what happens on the last day of Greek master Andrew Crocker-Harris’ tenure at a public school.

Combining these two one-act plays gives a modern audience a chance to see Rattigan in the raw; at once showing both the comedy and tragedy of cruelty, isolation, and a great deal more besides. It also uses Rattigan’s original version of Major Pollock’s indecent transgression of the law, rather than the version that reached the stage of the St James’ – and indeed remained as part of Separate Tables for decades after. There’s no need to worry about what the Lord Chamberlain might disagree with today, after all.

It’s a bold move by James Dacre as the plays arguably work better as part of their original line-ups; especially Table Number Seven which is the second part of Separate Tables and develops some of the characters that we meet in the first part, Table by the Window. The Browning Version was originally staged as the first part of Playbill, which ended with the hilarious Harlequinade, a lighthearted farce which massages away all the sting of the first play. Ending Summer 1954 with The Browning Version sends the audience home with an uncomfortable range of challenges, rather than with a comedy riot.

However, Rattigan’s writing is so deliciously controlled, and creates some truly repressed and displaced characters, hiding away their emotions and realities until their internal pressure cookers explode. You might be expecting some light drawing-room comedy, but this double bill packs a punch. And Dacre’s simple and unobtrusive direction allows the characters and language to come to the fore, telling their quiet, domestic, but riveting stories to the extent that you could hear a pin drop in the packed rows of Chichester’s Festival Theatre.

The cast of Table Number Seven is led by Sian Phillips, giving us a wonderful portrayal of the demanding, withering and manipulative Mrs Railton-Bell. Using masterful verbal tones and facial expressions, she gives a powerful performance of someone who revels in someone else’s misfortune, dominates her mousey daughter, and tries to pay out on anyone who Isn’t Like Her. The object of her ire is Nathaniel Parker’s Major Pollock, breezily spinning his lies and attempting to cover up his mistakes because he doesn’t like who he is. There are also some excellent supporting performances, notably from Richenda Carey as the unpredictable racing punter Miss Meacham, and a lovely study in innate kindness from Lolita Chakrabarti as Miss Cooper.

Some cast members return after the interval for The Browning Version, including impeccable performances by Nathaniel Parker as the out-of-touch Andrew Crocker-Harris (The Crock) and Lolita Chakrabarti as his unfulfilled but cruel wife Millie. Jeremy Neumark Jonesgives an excellent performance as science teacher and Millie’s lover Frank Hunter, and Bertie Hawes shows great promise in his professional stage debut as Taplow.

It would be wrong to say it was perfect throughout; there were some missed or fumbled lines from a few of the actors in Table Number Seven, but, as Browning himself said, I want the heart to scold. Two superb examples of mid-20th century drama at its best. After its run in Chichester, the production tours to Richmond, Cheltenham and Oxford.

 

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

 

Review – Comedy Crate at the Charles Bradlaugh, Northampton, 17th January 2025

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What’s this? Haven’t we already had a Comedy Crate session at the Bradlaugh this month? Yes indeed – but those nice people at the CC kindly arranged a bonus night out in January. The venue was totally packed – if you believe there’s no demand for comedy in January, think again!

Our host for the evening was Russell Arathoon, a jovial cove who reminded me of how a drag artist would host a comedy show if they weren’t in drag – if that makes any sense. Immensely cheeky and saucy, he was quickly pulled up by a group of three ladies for mispronouncing the name of the venue (not to mention the fact that he later said we were in Nottingham). He also had plenty of fun teasing the work outing from the paper and cardboard company and the Take That tribute act in the front row. Sometimes a little near the knuckle, but extremely likeable and animated, so the evening flowed like a dream.

Our first act was the sensational Scott Bennett, who delivers his inventive and original material with deft ease and wonderful confidence. He has such great observations on long-term marriage, what children can do to a car, and why he’s stopped going to the “by hand” car wash. Extremely funny and natural, as well as being very generous with his time which flew by. An expert of his genre.

Unusually, we had two acts for our second segment, both new to us, younger comedians who are obviously developing their craft. First up was Abbie Edwards, who projects a slightly neurotic persona of a young person who’s lead a sheltered past, juggling a Christian upbringing with the sheer joy of discovering sex. Very nicely paced and with good confidence. She was followed by Osman Shibli,who has a strong likeable stage presence and brings entertaining observations on his unusual Pakistani/Qatari/British heritage. Both acts need to firm up on stronger punchlines and nail them more decisively, but, let’s face it, Mr Bennett was always going to be a very tough act to follow. They both acquitted themselves extremely well and can look towards a good future!

Our headliner was Ian Stone, an act who has been around a good while, which makes it even more surprising that we’ve never seen him before. Much of his material is based on the fact that he is Jewish, which he tackles head on, no holds barred, daring to say the things that only he can. Amongst his gems are some great material about his wayward dad, and the secret to forming a credible opinion on any subject. He’s a complete master of his art, and, frankly, I laughed so much that it hurt.

Double portions of Comedy Crate comedy in January! The next gig at the Bradlaugh is on 13th February, with another amazing lineup. Go on, you know it makes sense; at £13 quid a ticket it’s the best value comedy in town.

P. S. No names, no pack drill, but it’s very antisocial to get the vapes out in a comedy club. It’s not big and it’s not clever. If it happens again, there’ll be trouble.

Review – Dear Evan Hansen, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 14th January 2025

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Steven Levenson, Benj Pasek and Justin Paul’s inventive musical that combines teenage angst, mental health and social media has been around for a few years now and is well into its UK tour with a week at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton. It’s a show that quickly gained something of a cult status, with most theatregoers getting totally consumed by its fascinating story and emotional score, and a few who just don’t get it.

You Will Be FoundIf you haven’t already seen the show but intend to, please look away for these next two paragraphs because the originality of the story works best if you go into the show with no knowledge of what’s ahead. Evan Hansen is a young man with mental health issues. Taking both medication and therapy, the current attempt to control his neurosis is for him to write regular letters to himself, such as Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day, or Dear Evan Hansen, I did well at school today. However, one day he writes himself an honest letter about how it was a bad day and everything went wrong. He is just about to take the copy off the printer when drug-addict and bully Connor Murphy picks it up instead, reads it, and taunts him with it. What’s worse is that the letter contains an indication of the unrequited love Evan has for Connor’s sister Zoe.

Killian Thomas LefevreConnor then goes missing from school, which makes Evan’s panicking imagination go into overdrive. However, Connor’s absence is because he has taken his own life, and Evan’s letter was found and assumed to be Connor’s suicide note. A whole myth then evolves around the personality of Connor, including the assumption that Evan and Connor were very close friends, which was far from the truth. It gives Connor’s parents comfort to know that he had a close friend, and Evan hasn’t the heart to upset them by explaining what happened. The online grief and virtual deification of Connor continues to grow out of all proportion; can Evan maintain the deception or will he reveal the truth?

You Will Be FoundHaving seen the show in London in 2021, and been impressed by the production and the performances, but still not quite getting the hype, I was keen to see if my reservations about the show have melted at all over the last few years. In short – yes they have! This is a terrific revival, in many ways better than the original, which had an overwhelming stage design, full of digitalised imagery, constantly bombarding you with an impression of feverishly active social media accounts vying with each other to gain the attention of users. There’s no doubt it was impressive and memorable.

Richard HurstHowever, in this production, directed with a greater feel for the characters and the humanity of the story by Adam Penford, Ravi Deepres’ video design is considerably subtler and much less intrusive. And whilst perhaps this production doesn’t give you quite the same sense of social media shaping our every thought and action, it does allow the characters and the story to develop and take shape more freely and indeed more visibly; ironically, perhaps, the show’s original marketing hashtag of #youwillbefound is now much more appropriate and meaningful. Additionally, Michael Bradley’s nine-piece band gives a tremendous performance of Pasek and Paul’s quirky and varied score, full of emotion and unexpectedly tuneful. This is helped enormously by both the fantastic harmonies and the clarity of diction by all members of the cast. No unnecessary over-amplifications here, and I appreciated for the first time what a great score it is.

Ryan KopelThere are very good performances throughout the show, but all eyes and ears are on Ryan Kopel as Evan, who gives a totally believable performance of an anxious, nervous teenager starting to gain a little confidence as he finds a purpose in life, albeit based on a lie. The character’s anxiety and neurosis are superbly expressed in his tentative singing of some of the songs, only to be blown away later in the show with his full-bodied and powerful vocals. It must be exhausting to perform, and he does a brilliant job.

Alice FearnAlice Fearn is also fantastic as his mother Heidi, a hard-working single parent who regrets having to spend so much time away from him, and who also learns more about her responsibilities and priorities as the show progresses.  Her duet with Mr Kopel with the song So Big/So Small truly has the power to make your eyes unexpectedly moist. The scene where she goes to the Murphy family for dinner is acted out with the perfect cringeworthiness that it calls for! Lauren Conroy brings out all Zoe’s varied emotions of grief, affection and teenage rebellion, Tom Dickerson is also very credible as Evan’s family friend Jared, one of those ebullient kids who loves a laugh and a bit of banter but also has many an internal conflict, and Vivian Panka is great as the keen-to-be-noticed Alana, who allows power to get to her head.

Vivian PankaFor our performance, the role of Connor’s mother, Cynthia, was played by understudy Jessica Lim and she has a great voice and presence, and worked well with Richard Hurst’s Larry Murphy to show both the couple’s bickering and genuine suffering. Mr Hurst brought a very nicely understated fatherly love to the simple song To Break in a Glove. And Killian Thomas Lefevre is excellent as Connor, both as the bully and Evan’s conscience-pricker, singing and acting out all the inappropriate content of the emails that the mischievous Jared writes on his behalf.

Meal from hellIt’s not often that a touring production beats the original West End show, but this is one such occasion. It’s in Northampton until Saturday 18th January – although you’ll have to fight for a ticket – and then continues its UK tour right through to July. To coin a phrase, Dear Evan Hansen has finally been found.

Production photos by Marc Brenner

Five Alive, Let Theatre Thrive!

Review – The Comedy Crate, Charles Bradlaugh, Northampton, 9th January 2025

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A great line up for the first Comedy Crate of the year at the Bradlaugh, and despite the nipping and eagerly cold night, a packed house of comedy devotees had an amazing time. Our host for the night was the warm and friendly Paul Revill, no stranger to this stage, who went about his task of getting to know the audience with his usual attack and merriment. He explored the possibilities of Hi-Vis bedroom antics, ascertained the most popular Quality Street amongst the audience, and spent the evening trying to work out in which field reticent third-row Leon was an expert. This was a burning question that was never truly answered, but Mr R kept everything moving and provided a delightful conduit between us and the three comedians sitting at the back.

None of the acts was new to us, so we already knew we were in for a great night. First up was Michelle Shaughnessy, emigrated from Canada three years ago without ever having set foot in the UK before – was it a wise move? She tells us about breaking up with her husband, her subsequent dating experiences and the benefits of sugar daddies, all with a marvellously confiding style, stringing us along with solid comedy material before delivering a hilariously unexpected punchline. Tremendously confident and assured, this is smart and clever comedy of the highest order.

Second up was Gbemi Oladipo, whom we last saw a few months ago in front of a very small audience where he worked his socks off to make an impact. Now, with a bigger, fully engrossed audience, he hit the ground running with some wonderfully daring material which, in the hands of a lesser mortal, could have sunk without trace; but Mr O has quickly become a true master of delivering bold, race-themed comedy, where you never feel uncomfortable because you’re always laughing your heart out. I wasn’t expecting him to touch politics, but his Kemi Badenoch material is fantastic! I also loved how including him on a recruitment panel backfired, the horrors of finding his mother’s sex manual, and why you should only have white male pilots on a plane. Everyone adored him and we can’t wait to see him again.

Our headliner was the inestimable Hal Cruttenden, whom we last saw in Edinburgh where he created a show based on the horrors of his recent divorce. Three years on, and he hasn’t been backward in coming forward going on new dates, which he tells us about with his irrepressible relish. He also reflects on how the world today is most definitely not what it was, which sounds like it would be a downer, but Mr C can make a shopping list funny. Fearing for the future of democracy, he sympathises with any young people in the audience (not that there were many of those!) His insight into why young people of today couldn’t be called up to go to war is brilliant, and one can only admire his self-awareness as to where he falls in the spectrum of a woman’s sequence of lovers, if I can express it that way. He ended his set with a hilarious story of what happened when he performed comedy to a group of young soldiers safely removed from Afghanistan, with all the death and destruction they would have seen. Doesn’t sound like comedy material – but in the hands of an expert like Mr C, it truly is.

A fantastic way to start the comedy year, and there is a bonus Bradlaugh night next Friday, 17th January – can’t wait!

Review – Spend, Spend, Spend, Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester, 8th January 2025

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It’s only a few months short of twenty-five years since we saw the original West End production of Spend Spend Spend and were completely bowled over by it. So much so, that we even bought the cast CD at the Piccadilly Theatre – one of our better financial investments, as it was only ever sold at the theatre and nowhere else; have a check at what you can sell it for online and be amazed. When I discovered that a revival was due to be the Christmas show at Manchester’s Royal Exchange, I needed no second bidding to buy tickets.

The story of pools winner Viv Nicholson is the stuff of legend. Her rags to riches to rags life contains every drama under the sun. The struggle through poverty, followed by a lucky win in 1961 that made her and her husband Keith celebrities; fame and fortune that they couldn’t handle, and clearly were given insufficient good advice (or they chose to ignore it), which resulted in them basically drinking away everything they owned. Reckless living cost Keith’s life, which was followed by Viv enduring a string of unsuccessful relationships; but the one thing you can always say about Viv was that she was one of life’s survivors.

It’s invidious to compare productions, but sometimes it’s helpful to do so. The original production of the show not only featured a star cast (Barbara Dickson as the older Viv) but it had the benefit of choreography by Craig Revel Horwood and design by Lez Brotherston. It pulled no punches with its content, frequently making the audience uncomfortable with its portrayal of domestic violence and alcohol-induced abuse. Even in its first introductory scene, you could sense the contempt in which her community held Viv for having had it all and then lost it all – silly bitch, jeered her hair salon customers.

But Josh Seymour’s production, by contrast, is a sanitised, indeed rather cosy account of Nicholson’s life and loves. This may well be due to the tastes of the times, but the domestic violence is here very much played down, and rather than being backfooted by the contempt of her peers, this Viv is merely bored with their incessant curiosity. The only time that the contempt truly stings is in the excellent staging of the song/scene Garforth, where the well-to-do neighbourhood at first accepts their new celebrity incomers, but then turns against them as they reveal they have no class.

There’s another superb number, Drinking in America, which shows the Nicholsons, now unwelcome in both their original neighbourhood and in their posh adopted one, fleeing to the States, merely to spend their time there sozzled, wasting every opportunity they are given. The production could choose to show them absolutely obliterated by drink, and as examples of a true human tragedy; but rather it shows them in a too affectionate light, comfortably tipsy and happy to knock back the Cliquot rather than experiencing everything America has to offer.

Fortunately, the show is blessed with a knock-out title song that brings the first half to a close and sends everyone away humming it loudly in the foyer. When Viv was asked what she was going to do with the money, she said she was going to spend, spend, spend, and the song is a triumph of expressing that absolute exhilaration of the luckiest moment in your life, and the promise that from now on everything will be better than your wildest dreams. The dramatic irony that we know this is not how things turn out, but young Viv and Keith are ecstatic with delight, is a theatrical revelation that alone is worth buying a ticket to experience.

Rachel Leskovac made a splendid decision to take the role of Viv, having played Young Viv in the West End production, and having met the real Viv as part of the preparation for the show. Viv watches and narrates her own story, reacting with both humour and affection, and anger and criticism, at some of the slings and arrows that came her way. She makes a great double act with Rose Galbraith, playing Young Viv, who conveys all the character’s youthful enthusiasm and green judgement; and they sing superbly well together creating some amazing harmonies.

Alex James-Hatton plays Keith as a very likeable lad, Joe Alessi is a nicely whinging George, and there’s excellent support from the entire ensemble. The scene where the football results are acted out by a pair of soccer players is a true delight. And, although I would have liked the production to have a little more bite and edge to it, it’s still a powerful story with some great musical highlights and good all-round performances.

P. S. You’ll never believe this, I know, but with more than 2,700 performances seen over more than fifty-five years, this was my first visit to Manchester’s Royal Exchange. And what an incredible place it is! Beautiful, creative, welcoming, quirky and with a terrifically excited vibe pre-show, it will not be my last visit!

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

The Points of View Challenge – Enemies – Anton Chekhov

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Anton Chekhov (1860 – 1904)

Russian playwright and short story writer, best known for his plays The Seagull, The Cherry Orchard and Three Sisters.

Enemies was written in 1887, and first published in the collection In the Twilight in the same year.

Available to read online here.

This is the fifth of eight stories in the volume Points of View to be given the style classification by Moffett and McElheny of Biography, or Anonymous Narration – Single Character Point of View. Their introduction continues: “Thus the story is told from the point of view of both the speaker and the character, the first person and the third person, Sometimes it is very difficult to separate the two persons and their points of view.”

Spoiler alert – if you haven’t read the story yet and want to before you read the summary of it below, stop now!

Enemies

Doctor Kirilov is in a state of shock; five minutes earlier his six year old son, Andrey, died from diphtheria. His wife is kneeling by the boy’s body in silent mourning. But there is a knock at the door; all the servants have been sent away because of the danger of catching the disease, so it is left to Kirilov to answer the door. A pale man named Aboguin pleas for the doctor to come with him as his wife is severely ill, at death’s door it seems, and Kirilov is the only doctor available.

But Kirilov refuses. How can he deal with other problems when his one and only son has just died, and his wife is the only other person in the house? Aboguin begs him – he cannot save Andrey, but he could save his wife. Eventually, after much pressure, Kirilov caves in and accompanies Aboguin on the hour long journey to his house.

But when they arrive, the house is silent; Aboguin thinks this is a good sign at first as no one was panicking about his ill wife. But it quickly becomes apparent that Aboguin has been tricked; his wife was not ill, and just used his absence as a ruse to run off with their regular visitor – and clearly her lover – Papchinsky. Furious at the deception, Aboguin rages against his wife and his situation. But Kirilov is also enraged, at having his own personal hour of distress pointlessly wasted for nothing; and no matter how Aboguin deals with his own situation, Kirilov despises him and everything to do with him for the rest of his life.

A simple tale, but with complex emotions and suffering on both men’s part. Aboguin has no sympathy with Kirilov’s situation but only puts himself first. Similarly, Kirilov has no care about what happened to Aboguin and only thinks of himself. Circumstances and selfishness render them enemies. But is it as straightforward as that? Are they both selfish? Isn’t it reasonable to expect a doctor to come to the aid of a dying woman if he possibly can? And is it reasonable to expect that someone who has lost their only son a mere five minutes earlier needs time to grieve and comfort his wife?

Chekhov’s writing – or at least the translation by Robert N Linscott – is dense and heavy. There is a class distinction between the two men, with a deliberate contrast between their appearance. Kirilov is tall, plain, slovenly dressed, tangled hair, pale grey complexion, and his lips are “unpleasantly sharp, ungracious and severe”. Aboguin on the other hand is solid, fair, robust, exquisitely dressed, noble, leonine, even revealing “a subtle, almost feminine, elegance.” It’s striking that Chekhov makes the point that the Kirilovs are too old ever to have another child: “their right to bear children had passed away, alas! forever to eternity. The doctor is forty-four years old, already grey and looks like an old man; his faded sick wife is thirty-five. Andrey was not merely the only son but the last.”

Far from uniting the two characters in their hours of need, the events of this story divide them, harshly and unequivocally. There’s no right or wrong way to react to grief; and one can never understand the complexity of an individual’s sadness and devastation.

The next story in the anthology is the sixth to be classified by Moffett and McElheny as Biography, or Anonymous Narration – Single Character Point of View, Act of Faith by Irwin Shaw.

Review of the Year 2024 – The Fourteenth Annual Chrisparkle Awards

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Greetings again, gentle reader, to the glamorous showbiz highlight of the year, the announcement of the annual Chrisparkle Awards for 2024. This year was a record-breaker for me in that I saw 254 productions throughout the year – three more than last year; and that’s an awful lot of shows! Eligibility for the awards means a) they were performed in the UK and b) I have to have seen the shows and reviewed them in the period 10th January 2024 to 4th January 2025. Are you all sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin!

 

The first award is for Best Dance Production (Contemporary and Classical)

This includes dance seen at the Edinburgh Fringe, however none of the top three comes from that prestigious festival! These are the top three:

In 3rd place, the informal collection of dances by stars of the future in Birmingham Royal Ballet BRB2, Carlos Acosta’s Classical Selection, at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, in May.

In 2nd place, the powerful Romeo and Juliet performed by Northern Ballet in association with the Royal Shakespeare Company, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in September.

In 1st place, the irrepressible Matthew Bourne’s Swan Lake, performed by New Adventures at Sadlers Wells, London, in December.

 

Classical Music Concert of the Year.

We saw three classical concerts this year, all by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal and Derngate in Northampton. The award for the best goes to their Film Music Gala in November.

 

Best Entertainment Show of the Year.

This means anything that doesn’t fall into any other categories – for example pantos, circuses, revues and anything else hard to classify. Here are the top three:

In 3rd place, our local pantomime, Cinderella at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, in December.

In 2nd place, the extraordinary spectacular extravaganza that is Robin Hood at the London Palladium in December.

In 1st place, the outstanding and uniquely successful Snow White at the Lyceum Theatre, Sheffield, in December.

 

Best Star Standup of the Year.

Last year this award was combined with the Comedy Crate/Screaming Blue Murder award, but this year the committee decided to return to its previous practice of splitting them in two. So here are the top five performances by Star Standups in 2024:

In 5th place, the effortlessly compelling humour of Sarah Keyworth in her My Eyes Are Up Here Tour, at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, in September.

In 4th place, the daring and groundbreaking comedy of Omid Djalili as part of the Mixed Bill Megashow at the Royal and Derngate in April.

In 3rd place, the return of the OG PC comedian par excellence, Ben Elton in his Authentic Stupidity Tour at the Royal and Derngate in November.

In 2nd place, the utterly hysterical and always reliable Sarah Millican in her Late Bloomer Tour at the Royal and Derngate in January.

In 1st place, a comedian with a unique place in the nation’s heart, Guz Khan in his Live Tour at the Milton Keynes Theatre in January.

 

Best Comedy Crate/Screaming Blue Murder Standup of the Year

In 5th place, the experienced and consummate comedian Richard Morton (Screaming Blue Murder – March)

In 4th place, the fabulous Maisie Adam (Comedy Crate Edinburgh Preview Weekender – July)

In 3rd place, the total superstar that is Jen Brister (Comedy Crate – March)

In 2nd place, the evergreen and always deeply creative, Paul Sinha (Comedy Crate – September)

In 1st place, for the second year running, the comedy powerhouse that is Tom Stade (Comedy Crate Edinburgh Preview – July)

 

Best Musical.

I saw fourteen musicals this year, by far the majority were revivals, which just goes to show how difficult it can be to find a new musical! Seven made the shortlist and here’s the top five:

In 5th place, a show that’s just going to grow and grow over the years, Titanique at the Criterion Theatre, London, in December.

In 4th place, a superbly enjoyable production of a favourite show, Hello Dolly at the London Palladium, in July.

In 3rd place, a show that has become synonymous with the kindness of the human spirit, the touring production of Come From Away at the Curve Theatre, Leicester, in March.

In 2nd place, the amazingly successfully revitalised Oliver! at the Festival Theatre, Chichester, in September.

In 1st place, despite a couple of criticisms of its updating, there is no finer musical than A Chorus Line, at the Curve Theatre, Leicester, in July.

I must make an honourable mention of the wonderful Our Little Hour that ran for three nights at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, in October. It’s impossible to compare it with the other huge productions here, but it fully deserved its five stars from me!

 

Best New Play.

Just to clarify, this is my definition of a new play, which is something that’s new to me and to most of its audience – so it might have been around before but on its first UK tour, or a new adaptation of a work originally in another format. Just like last year, we saw eighteen new plays this year, but I only awarded five stars to two of them; I’m definitely getting stricter in my old age!

In 5th place, Apphia Campbell’s incredible one woman play inspired by the life of Nina Simone, Black is the Color of my Voice at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester, in February.

In 4th place, Mike Poulton’s riveting adaptation of Philippa Gregory’s novel about Mary Boleyn, The Other Boleyn Girl, at the Festival Theatre, Chichester, in May.

In 3rd place, the thrillingly unusual and highly entertaining account of the Rolling Stones, Marianne Faithfull and the young Nigel Havers, Charlotte Jones’ Redlands, at the Festival Theatre, Chichester, in October.

In 2nd place, a terrifying look at modern day democracy, David Edgar’s The New Real for the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Other Place, Stratford-upon-Avon, in October.

In 1st place, Emma Rice’s stunning, heartwarming and endlessly fascinating adaptation of Hanif Kureishi’s The Buddha of Suburbia for the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in April.

 

Best Revival of a Play.

I saw twenty-two revivals, leading to a shortlist of eight, and here’s the very closely fought top five:

In 5th place, the RSC’s laugh-a-second production of Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in June.

In 4th place, the immaculate acting and characterisations in Pinter’s still immensely powerful The Caretaker, at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester, in June.

In 3rd place, the joyful inventiveness of the RSC’s sensational Twelfth Night, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in December.

In 2nd place, the RSC’s literally magical production of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in February.

In 1st place, the captivatingly hilarious and outrageous production of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest, for the National Theatre at the Lyttelton Theatre, London, in December.

As always, in the post-Christmas season, it’s time to consider the turkey of the year – and whilst it very nearly went to the ambitious but falling-short-of-the-mark Spymonkey’s The Frogs at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, the most disappointing production I saw all year was the RSC’s Othello at Stratford’s Royal Shakespeare Theatre.

Now we come on to our four categories specifically for the Edinburgh Fringe. The first is:

 

Best play or musical – Edinburgh

I would normally have included musicals in with the “Best of the Rest” category, but I feel it is more appropriate to include them in the “Best Play” category. We saw 90 productions of plays and musicals in Edinburgh this year, 13 of them got 5* from me, and here are the top 5:

In 5th place, Sarah Cameron-West’s self-performed hilarious and memorable journey through heartbreak and beyond, KAREN (Underbelly Cowgate)

In 4th place, another extraordinary one-woman play, about how a celebrant can become triggered by their work, Catafalque, written by Amy Conway and produced by Scissor Kick (Summerhall)

In 3rd place, a hilarious play that made you look at a familiar story from a completely different direction, Galahad Takes a Bath, written by Jojo Jones and produced by Juggler’s Mistake (Zoo Southside)

In 2nd place, a moving and superbly structured musical based on a true story, Our Little Secret: The 23andMe Musical, written by Noam Tomaschoff and Ryan Peters and produced by Russell Citron (Gilded Balloon Patter House)

In 1st place, the brilliantly created, extremely funny and superbly performed look at living with Climate Change, Weather Girl, written by Brian Watkins (Summerhall)

 

Best Individual Performance in a Play or Musical – Edinburgh

As always, an impossible choice, and it’s as close as close can be. Nevertheless, here are the top five:

In 5th place, Lucas English for The Shadow Boxer (TheSpace @ Niddry Street)

In 4th place, Forest Malley for Galahad Takes a Bath (Zoo Southside)

In 3rd place, Jennifer Vuletic for MILF and the Mistress (TheSpace @ Niddry Street)

In 2nd place, Julia McDermott for Weather Girl (Summerhall)

In 1st place, Noam Tomaschoff for Our Little Secret: The 23andMe Musical (Gilded Balloon Patter House)

 

Best Comedy Performance – Edinburgh

A change from previous years, where this category was entitled Best Stand-up Comedy Show; this now includes sketch shows and otherwise undefinable comedy performances! We saw fifty-five comedy shows this year, but only six received 5* from me, and here are my top five:

In 5th place, boldly going where angels fear to tread, Garry Starr with his Classic Penguins show (Pleasance Courtyard)

In 4th place, the clever combination of brilliant comedy with a touch of sadness, Tom Greaves with his Fudgey show (Assembly Roxy)

In 3rd place, the irresistibly engaging Josh Jones with his Put a Sock in It show (Monkey Barrel at the Tron)

In 2nd place, the innately funny Robin Grainger with his beautifully structured Refurb show (The Stand Comedy Club 2)

In 1st place, the incredibly inventive and outrageously funny Emma Sidi with her Emma Sidi is Sue Gray show (Pleasance Courtyard)

 

Best of the rest – Edinburgh

From a shortlist of eight, here are my top five:

In 5th place, the amazing magic and entertainment of Pete Heat: Bogus (Pleasance Dome)

In 4th place, the terrific cabaret combination of Frances Ruffelle and Norman Bowman in The Scot and the Showgirl  (Pleasance Dome)

In 3rd place, a true tour de force by Sarah Louise Young in I Am Your Tribute (Voodoo Rooms)

In 2nd place, fantastic music delivered with a message for the world, Janie Dee’s Beautiful World Cabaret (Pleasance Dome)

In 1st place, and I still don’t know why she hasn’t been given her own chat show, the incredibly entertaining Mhairi Black: Politics isn’t For Me (Gilded Balloon at the Museum)

Unlike last year, I didn’t award any Edinburgh shows the dreaded One Star review. However, there are still several contenders for this year’s Edinburgh turkey, of which I feel I must draw to your attention two; FUFC (TheSpace on the Mile) had a powerful message about prostate cancer but was poorly written and acted, and almost the opposite, Nerine Skinner’s The Exorcism of Liz Truss (Just the Tonic at the Caves) boasts a brilliant impersonation of Liz Truss but dull material that goes nowhere.

 

Best Performance by an Actress in a Musical.

Time to get personal. Here’s the top five:

In 5th place, Jenna Russell as Irene in Hello Dolly at the London Palladium in July.

In 4th place, Georgina Onuorah as both Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors at the Crucible Theatre, Sheffield, in December, and as Lois in Kiss Me Kate at the Barbican Theatre, London, in July.

In 3rd place, Kat Ronney as Rose in Titanique at the Criterion Theatre, London, in December.

In 2nd place, Molly Lynch as Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady at the Curve Theatre, Leicester, in December.

In 1st place, Imelda Staunton as Dolly in Hello Dolly at the London Palladium in July.

 

Best Performance by an Actor in a Musical.

Here’s the top five:

In 5th place, David Seadon-Young as Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady at the Curve Theatre, Leicester, in December.

In 4th place, Marley Fenton as Danny in Grease at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, in May.

In 3rd place, Jordan Luke Gage as Cal in Titanique at the Criterion Theatre, London, in December.

In 2nd place, Layton Williams as Seaman/Iceberg in Titanique at the Criterion Theatre, London, in December.

In 1st place, Simon Lipkin as Fagin in Oliver! at the Festival Theatre, Chichester, in September.

 

Best Performance by an Actress in a Play.

Seventeen in the longlist, and six in the shortlist, and here’s the top five:

In 5th place, Apphia Campbell as Nina Simone in Black is the Color of my Voice, Minerva Theatre, Chichester, in February.

In 4th place, Martina Laird as Rachel Moss in The New Real, The Other Place, Stratford-upon-Avon, in October.

In 3rd place, Freema Ageyman as Olivia in Twelfth Night, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in December.

In 2nd place, Jodie Whittaker as The Duchess in The Duchess, at the Trafalgar Theatre, London,in November.

In 1st place, Sharon D Clarke as Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest, at the National Theatre Lyttelton, in December.

 

Best Performance by an Actor in a Play.

Twenty-one in the longlist and ten in the shortlist, each of whom could easily deserve the award, However, here is the top five:

In 5th place, Luke Thompson as Berowne in Love’s Labour’s Lost, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon in April.

In 4th place, Hugh Skinner as Jack in The Importance of Being Earnest, at the National Theatre Lyttelton, in December.

In 3rd place, Ncuti Gatwa as Algernon in The Importance of Being Earnest, at the National Theatre Lyttelton, in December.

In 2nd place, Ian McDiarmid as Davies in The Caretaker, at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester, in June.

In 1st place, Mathew Baynton as Bottom in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in February.

 

Congratulations to the winners, commiserations to the losers and thanks for your company again throughout the year, gentle reader. Here’s to another year full of artistic excellence!

Review – Robin Hood, London Palladium, 29th December 2024

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Attending the annual pantomime at the London Palladium has been a highlight of my year since childhood, and as the years go by that excitement has let up not one jot. For Christmas 2024, Crossroads Pantomimes have given us Robin Hood, and of course no expense has been spared to make this even more lavish, spectacular, colourful and, let’s face it, excessive than previous years.

This is the first time that perennial pleasure Julian Clary has ever embodied the eponymous character role at the Palladium panto. He’s still as delighted as ever to receive a warm hand upon his entrance, but he yields top billing to Channel 5 Cruising Superstar (I think that’s how he announces her) Jane McDonald, who, as Maid Marion, brings her own special musical magic to the show.

Most of the other usual suspects are there – Nigel Havers, getting progressively more teased every year about appearing yet again (at his age, I ask you), Paul Zerdin (plus Sam) getting the kids on his side (we’re all kids at the Palladium panto), as well as more recent treasures Charlie Stemp and Rob Madge.Missing in action this year is Gary Wilmot (currently to be found in the company of Robert Bolt’s Man for all Seasons as the Common Man touring to a theatre near you shortly) but instead we are blessed with the vivacious and officially fabulous Marisha Wallace as the Sheriff of Nottingham and the whopping great presence of Tosh Wanogho-Maud as the mischievously cast Little John.

Sometimes the Palladium pantos make some kind of narrative sense; sometimes they’re just a serving suggestion of a story. This year most of the plot makes hardly any sense at all, but nobody minds. I can’t remember what the excuse for the 3D sequence is, but it is very exciting – Straight Outta Disneyland, in fact. And there is a ten-part If I were not upon the stage something else I’d rather be fugue sequence performed as exquisitely as ever by Messrs Clary, Stemp, Havers, Zerdin andWanogho-Maud, and is the true highlight of the show; what Little John does with his truncheon is, frankly, obscene, but hilarious. The other standout moments for me are Jane McDonald singing You’re My World from her castle dungeon – an immaculate song sung immaculately – and Charlie Stemp leading the villagers with a rousing Sherwood Forest version of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’s Me Old Bamboo.

But I must be honest, gentle reader; something about this panto doesn’t quite gel, and, amazing to relate, this was the only one of the four shows I saw over the Christmas period that didn’t get a standing ovation – something you would normally expect as automatic for the Palladium panto. Because Robin Hood doesn’t end with a Royal Wedding (unusual for a Panto), the curtain call comes along as something of a surprise, and I don’t think theaudience is ready for it; you feel like there should be just one more scene somehow. And certain aspects of the show don’t quite land as well as they normally do. For me there is a certain degree of miscasting this year and a couple of performers who are at the top of their careers just didn’t feel comfortable in some of their scenes. And there isn’t enough Sam! We welcome Mr Z  (as Will Scarlet) on stage many times but rarely in the company of his other half.

Don’t get me wrong, this is still a hugely enjoyable and all-round gigantic production, full of music and laughter; but for me it wasn’t quite up to the same high standard as previous years. You won’t keep me away from next year’s production though!

 

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!