Review – Cinderella, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 21st December 2024

The big panto at the Royal and Derngate for Christmas ‘24 is Cinderella, one of the best loved panto stories of all time, and given all the colourful, brash treatment you would expect from Evolution Productions. All the vital elements are there – lots of singing and dancing, vivacious and eccentric costumes, putting the spotlight on one poor bloke in the audience for unwanted advances from the Ugly Sisters (well done to Jamie for taking one for the team), a ghost bench, a favourite children’s TV star, a Fairy Godmother, and of course a happy ending.

One of the joys of a well done panto is its ability to appeal to an audience of all ages. It’s most important that it captivates the children – after all, they are the theatregoers of the future – but it also needs to have plenty in it for the mums and dads. This particular production is heavily targeted at the youngsters, and it’s a pleasure to see how enraptured they are by it, with very noisy audience participation in the singalongs and pointing out the ghosties.

One of the more interesting aspects of this production is how it addresses some stereotyping that you find in every panto – with Muriel the overconfident eight year old stepping in to point out that Cinderella doesn’t need a Prince Charming to be a fully realised woman, and that if she’s cooking and cleaning for her sisters then she’s doing it on her own terms. Cue at least 50% of the audience quietly muttering You Go Gurl under their breath. This Cinderella is not the usual browbeaten drudge who caves in at bullying; rather, she calls it out and challenges the sisters for their outrageous treatment of her. When she tells them that she refuses to cry no matter what they do to her, you realise this is an excellent life lesson for the children to learn and may give confidence to any kids present who are being bullied at school. It’s a shame then, that this message does not follow through; when they later insist that she tears up her invitation to the Royal Ball she rather pathetically complies, instead of telling them to stick their vindictiveness where the sun doesn’t shine. It’s an unfortunate inconsistency in the characterisation.

Our Fairy Godmother, played by Joanne Clifton, is still earning her stripes and she won’t get a magic wand unless she manages to make two people fall in love for who they are rather than for their titles; it’s another interesting modern message, this fairy isn’t merely matchmaking a Prince and Princess. Naturally Ms Clifton brings all her dancing skills to the role, and there are lots of Strictly Come Dancing elements to the show. However, she hasn’t been part of Strictly for eight years now, and with her other stage credits in between, I do wonder how much longer this association remains credible; and despite her enthusiasm, I did feel she struggled to come across to the audience.

Andy Day’s Andini (not Dandini – you can see what they did there) fared better with the hordes of kids who just adore him; he has an excellent role-swapping relationship with his Prince Charming and works through the Barrowful of Puns with Dave Bibby’s Buttons with entertaining aplomb. Mr Bibby is at his best when expressing his unrequited love for Cinderella and how upset he is at the fact that she loves him only as a brother. Gordon Cooper and Matt Daines’ wicked stepsisters are a gruesome twosome who unite vanity and cruelty in equal measure, and their prime victim, Marcavia McCarthy’s Cinderella, has a superb voice and is an excellent match for Marcellus Whyte’s Prince Charming.

But here’s the thing: something about this panto just doesn’t gel properly. Despite all its first-rate elements, it’s one of those occasions when its sum is less than its parts. I don’t think it was the funniest of scripts, at times it seems to move along rather slowly and lacks energy, and I fear some of the characterisations are rather bland. I don’t think I am alone; at the end of the show, when the cast galvanise everyone to get up on their feet and clap along with the final number, hardly anyone did. Nevertheless, there was plenty of enthusiasm from the kids in the audience throughout the show and I’m sure many families went home beaming from ear to ear. It just slightly missed the mark for me.

3-starsThree-sy Does It!

Review – Screaming Blue Murder, Lola’s Bar at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 17th November 2024

The only constant is change, they say, and nowhere is that more obvious than in the various transformations our local treasure Screaming Blue Murder has undergone in the last few months. Now in the comfortable and atmospheric setting of Lola’s Bar, adjacent to the Royal and Derngate theatre, it’s an intimate location with top quality drinks (always helps) and a small stage area decked out like Beverley’s living room in Abigail’s Party.

However, one thing that is as constant as the northern star, and that’s the presence of Dan Evans as MC for the evening. Warmly welcoming and irrepressibly cheeky in equal measure, Dan wasted no time in digging deep into the lives and loves of John the psychotherapist from Brixworth and Dylan and Emma still in the first flushes of romance. Where would we be without him?

Our first act, and someone we always look forward to seeing, was Mary Bourke, one of the surest hands in comedy, with her blistering, sometimes dangerous, often withering delivery of her cracking observations. Hers is an act honed to perfection; what might seem to be a throwaway line is in fact an exquisitely crafted and carefully chosen selection of words designed to have the maximum impact. Among her finest material on Sunday were memories of a book festival with Liz Truss (ouch), dealing with incels and how a renowned American comic came to grief in Glasgow (it can happen). Always expect the unexpected with Mary Bourke; a terrific start to the show.

After the interval, Dan welcomed James Cook, whom we’ve seen just once before, down the end of a Zoom screen on those dark days of distanced comedy during Covid lockdown. An engaging, jolly personality, he delivers his material with warmth and confidence; and although many of his topics are perhaps rather familiar – such as being the parents of small children – his observations and fresh and original and makes you see those familiar things from a new perspective. I loved (and was indeed rather shocked) at his material about the seismic change that has affected the world of pass-the-parcel, and his home-made method of returning to the good old days of porn (that sounds iffier than it is, honest). He sets up an excellent rapport with the crowd and his set finished all too soon.

There’s one more Screaming Blue Murder this year – in December – which is currently scheduled to take place back in Screen 2 of the cinema, but hopefully the powers that be will see the wisdom of returning to Lola’s Bar for a genuine Northampton Fringe experience. And then – in 2025 – it’s back to the Royal and hopefully, the freshly reinvigorated (and hopefully now safe from RAAC) Underground space where SBM has always thrived. Can’t wait!

Review – Frankenstein, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 12th November 2024

Apart from perhaps a glimpse of some of the film when I was a child, I’ve not come any closer into contact with the Frankenstein story than Rocky Horror or Herman Munster. So it was with curiosity more than anything that I anticipated Tilted Wig’s production of Frankenstein, ending its short English tour at the Royal and Derngate this week. However, the briefest glimpse at a synopsis of Mary Shelley’s original is enough for me to realise how respectful and intelligent Sean Aydon’s adaptation is.

Victoria and FrancineSet in 1943, Victoria Frankenstein has abandoned her family to devote herself to scientific research. Her ultimate goal is to create human life from the bones and organs of the dead. She has no concern as to how her creation looks, or feels, or speaks – if indeed it can do any of those things. Her only concern is that it remains a secret; one she shares only with her laboratory assistant Francine. On the night she hopes to create her life, the operation appears to fail – but, unseen by Victoria, the monster does indeed come alive and escapes the laboratory. This leads to a series of events with fatal results for everyone.

The Captain's CabinNicky Bunch’s design gives us two sets. The opening and closing scenes of the play take place in the small, claustrophobic cabin where the “Captain” lives, giving shelter and food to Victoria when she’s starving and homeless. For the main story, the cabin opens up to reveal the laboratory, with tall windows and cabinets full of jars and artifacts, and the bed on which the monster is being created. The costumes are functional and suitably workaday apart from Henry and Francine’s smart going-out outfits and the stylish vivid red of Dr Richter’s dress. Hats off to Imogen Mercer’s make-up for meeting the challenge of creating Frankenstein’s monster; and Marc Watkins and Jason Addison’s lighting design works well, although there were a couple of first night fumbles which everyone politely ignored.

Creature and HenryOverall it’s an excellent production, which tells its story very clearly – helped, I must say, by the immaculate enunciation of all the cast, which was completely delightful. Sean Aydon’s direction enhances the creepy atmosphere and beautifully balances subtlety with the grotesque. I love, for example, how Basienka Blake’s Richter doesn’t have to say a word to convey her contempt and loathing for Francine and Henry, based on pure ideological eugenics.

FrankensteinI’m almost ashamed to admit that I jumped in my seat about four times when there was a sudden noise or movement even though I knew there’d be a sudden noise or movement any minute. As a sucker for convincing stage combat, the scene where (Spoiler alert, sorry) the Creature kills Henry was performed immaculately by both actors, for which they have my absolute admiration.

VictoriaEmily-Jane McNeill has superb stage presence as Dr Frankenstein; ruthlessly intent on carrying out her research whilst also revealing the character’s vulnerable aspects. Andy Cresswell avoids all stereotypes with a remarkably human portrayal of the Creature, neither thug nor fool, genuinely tugging at our heartstrings as he reflects on his frustrations and loneliness. Basienka Blake gives us two excellent characterisations, as the wary, hard-nosed Captain and the elegantly fascist Richter. And there’s superb support from Brianne Surgeoner’s faithful Francine, Tawana Dingembira’s urbane Henry and Lydia Whitehead’s Elizabeth. A very fine production and well worth catching.

Production photos by Robling Photography

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – Film Music Gala with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 8th November 2024

A packed house of all ages was buzzing for the Royal Philharmonic’s return to the Royal and Derngate for one of their Film Music Gala concerts, a uniquely entertaining offering, guaranteed to please young and old – in fact, it is a perfect way of getting young people into the habit of seeing how different it is to hear music performed by a live orchestra rather than just listening through your headphones!

The whole orchestra (as it seemed to me) were there in force, under the baton of conductor Stephen Bell, an avuncular and enthusiastic host who gives us individual introductions to many of the pieces of music performed. The last time we saw Mr Bell conducting the RPO was for their Last Night of the Proms concert back in 2011 – please don’t leave it so long until your next visit! Stephen Bell is one of those very inclusive conductors who makes sure that every element of the orchestra has their moment in the spotlight, reaching out with his baton at an awkward angle, maybe hopping on one leg to do so. His sheer enjoyment of his job is infectious and helps to make the evening go with a swing.

The programme started with a brilliant highlight – the Flying Theme and Finale to ET by John Williams; it’s such a rich and positive melody, sumptuously arranged, and a total joy to hear. Themes to Gladiator, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Jurassic Park followed, and then we had leader of the orchestra Duncan Riddell playing as a violin soloist for Williams’ moving Schinder’s List theme. Everyone automatically froze at the opening double bass notes of the instantly recognisable Jaws theme; then the main themes to Out of Africa and Robin Hood Prince of Thieves followed, and then the very different style of Ron Goodwin’s 633 Squadron drew the first half to a conclusion.

After the interval, we heard Vangelis’ Chariots of Fire theme; a piece of music I normally expect to hear played primarily by keyboard or synthesiser – it comes across very differently – much more substantial – when played by a full orchestra. Next was a blend of excitement and melancholy with the themes to Apollo 13, the Hymn to the Fallen from Saving Private Ryan and the familiar March from Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Mancini’s lilting and romantic Moon River from Breakfast at Tiffany’s followed, and then Sir Arthur Bliss’ rousing March from the 1936 film Things to Come. The evening wrapped up with three different pieces from Star Wars – Princess Leia’s Theme, the Imperial March and the Main Theme.

A Film Music Gala works superbly well as an entertainment because each piece is relatively short and is designed to stand alone. It’s very different from an evening of classical excerpts where you often wish you could hear more from the work from which the extract is taken. But a film theme can last as little as a couple of minutes and is complete in itself. The audience at the Royal and Derngate on Friday had a whale of a time and didn’t want to let the orchestra go home! It’s not often you see a standing ovation at an orchestral concert – which only shows how superb the whole evening was.

Five Alive, Let Music Thrive!

Review – Ben Elton, Authentic Stupidity Tour, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 6th November 2024

The day after the United States voted convicted felon Donald Trump back in for a second term of office, the inventor of political correctness, Ben Elton, brought his Authentic Stupidity show to the Royal and Derngate, Northampton. What a time to be alive! The whole premise of this new show is that, whilst we’re all concerned about the rise of Artificial Intelligence, the damages caused by Authentic Stupidity far outweigh a clever computer; and given recent events, it’s hard to argue against it.

The last time I saw Ben Elton he was hovering around the foyer of the Queen Elizabeth Hall in 1983 at a star-studded evening of music and comedy in aid of the El Salvador Solidarity Campaign. Ah, the happy days of political optimism – boy, we stuck it to the fascists that night. Decades later, the fight goes on, and Mr Elton is still full of fire and fury at the age of 65, although he’s moved on from Mrs Thatch (I think we all have) and has entered that period of bewilderment at the world, that we can all appreciate.

On stage for the best part of two and a half hours, his energy, sincerity and commitment to the show are palpable. He rips through his material at a cracking pace – so much so that occasionally you start to tune out because he just has so much to say. He doesn’t want to turn into a grumpy old man, but he is proof that, with the best will in the world, it’s impossible not to. What’s different about his material from other comics of a similar age, facing similar bewilderment at progress and, dare I say it, woke, is that despite his confusion, he accepts it, admires it, and wants to run with it; he just doesn’t know how.

When, for example, did a meal at a restaurant stop being about the food and service, and start being about vibe? And whilst he is of course happy for the ever-burgeoning letters tacked on to the rainbow acronym to keep increasing, he wonders if he could add BSC to the end of the list (you’ll have to see his show to discover what that stands for).

One of Ben Elton’s many comedic gifts is his ability to go on at length about very relatable subjects and explore their most ludicrous aspects. It’s true, for example, how proprietorial we become when we’ve put our refuse bins outside the night before collection, peering through the curtains to make sure no one’s nicked them, or – even worse – put extra rubbish in them. It’s also true that, when one’s wife wakes up in the night having heard a sound, it’s always the man that has to go and investigate.

He also has a considerably long sequence of material regarding assisted dying, with specific reference to Dame Esther Rantzen’s campaign; these are things you definitely start to think about when you reach your mid-60s. It’s a difficult subject to be funny about, but Mr E achieves it with consummate ease. And you’ll never guess who his favourite James Bond is!

Now he’s reached official retirement age, Ben Elton shows no signs of slowing down – he’s as fired up and as energetic as ever. To keep up that intensity of comic delivery for two and a half hours is a true test of stamina – he’ll need that for the rest of the tour, which continues until February. Highly recommended!

Review – Dom Joly, The Conspiracy Tour, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 3rd November 2024

Can you believe it’s 25 years since Trigger Happy TV – which made Dom Joly a household name – first started broadcasting, since when he’s had several TV shows, written many books, and done a couple of live tours. The Conspiracy Tour marks his return to the stage after many years absence and – as he admits himself – is basically a book tour, publicising his new opus The Conspiracy Tourist, where he meets conspiracy theorists around the world from the bizarre to the bonkers, and even the occasionally perfectly sane.

He cuts a commanding figure on stage; relaxed, confident and thoroughly at ease. He maintains he doesn’t tell jokes – probably true – but that doesn’t stop the evening (or the first half at least) from having plenty to laugh at. He presents us with an inverse pyramid of theories; at the upside down apex, ideas which are within a hair’s breadth of reality. At the other end of the scale, stuff that’s completely doolally. And he takes us through a few of these ideas to test their reasonableness, and then raconteur his way through his experiences, trying to prove or disprove them.

For example, did you know that some people think that Finland doesn’t exist? That it’s an invention between the Russians and the Japanese to fish the waters of the Baltic and then secretly transport their catch eastwards? They believe that anyone who says they are a Finn is really a Swede. Hmmm. Well, I’ve been to Finland three times and can attest there is definitely land there. And would they really doubt the word of the great Lasse Viren? That one’s bonkers.

But what about Denver International Airport? No one doubts that its existence, but what secrets might it be hiding? Do you believe in UFOs? Dom Joly’s been to Roswell to find out (so that we don’t have to). And how about the assassination of JFK? At the top of the scale is where the Illuminati sit side-by-side with the Flat-Earthers, and Mr J has even been to Fogo Island, Newfoundland, where that latter group believe one of the four literal corners of the earth is situated (Clue: it isn’t.) There’s no doubt that he’s put the work in to make his book a definitive account of conspiracy theories and, as a comedy lecture, the first half works well.

However, after the interval things fall apart somewhat. After a lengthy introductory video, we meet Dr Julian Northcote, conspiracy theorist extraordinaire, who regales us with a few stories and attempts to prove his ridiculous ideas. Spoiler: it’s Dom Joly in a wig and glasses doing what feels like an impersonation of a Harry Enfield character. Once he’s been bundled off stage for improper behaviour, Mr Joly returns for a Q&A session; this always strikes me as being a way of a performer saying I can’t quite work out how to end this show, so you end it for me. There were a few questions about conspiracy theories, about which Mr J was rather dismissive, I thought; and a few questions about the Trigger Happy days with which he was more comfortable. It ended with a final look at conspiracy theories and the promise of an assignation in the foyer to buy his book and take selfies. And, to be fair, he had quite a queue forming when we left.

A curate’s egg of an evening, but when Mr Joly gets going on the subject of his expeditions to sort the wheat from the conspiracy chaff, he’s on great form. Only a couple more shows left of his tour now – in Carlisle and Stockton-on-Tees.

Review – Our Little Hour, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 31st October 2024

If you made a list of people who really ought to be famous in Britain’s recent history – but aren’t – Walter Tull would be somewhere near the top. A local hero in Northampton, we have a statue of him at the Guildhall, and there’s a Walter Tull House and even Walter Tull Way skirts around Northampton Town’s football ground at Sixfields. But who was he?

That’s the question that Dougie Blaxland and Chris Anthony answer in their quite brilliant and intimate musical play Our Little Hour, commissioned by Show Racism The Red Card in association with Live Wire Theatre, and currently ending its run with three nights at the Royal and Derngate. Walter Tull was one of five children born in Folkestone, in 1888 to Barbados-born Daniel and Alice; when he was seven Alice died of cancer and his father remarried Clara, her cousin. They had another child, but then Daniel died shortly afterwards. Clara found it impossible to look after the entire family, so Walter and his older brother Edward were sent to a Home in Bethnal Green.

The play takes us from Walter’s carefree early childhood days, through the heartache of losing his parents and being sent away to a strict orphanage, to his successful football career. Walter always had an impressive talent for football, which came to fruition when he played first for non-league Clapton, then Tottenham Hotspurs no less, and finally moving to Northampton Town (big local cheers) where he settled down – and fell in love with his landlady, Emily, in Rushden. But then the First World War came, and Tull enlisted with the Army. He rose to prominence with his gallantry and leadership skills, becoming the first black Commissioned Officer in the Army. His bravery on the Italian Front led him to being recommended for the Military Cross; but he was killed in action in March 1918 before it could be awarded.

On a simple set, with just a few props but some very effective lighting, the cast of three enact the life of Tull with superb characterisations, impeccable clarity of speech and stunning vocal harmonies. Dougie Blaxland’s text is elegantly written and deals with difficult subjects like racism, injustice and grief with subtlety and delicacy, and Chris Anthony’s score dovetails perfectly into the story, and, like any good musical, always drives the narrative forwards. It reminded me strongly of arguably the best show in the genre, Howard Goodall’s The Hired Man, with its piano accompaniments and plaintive storytelling; and whilst it doesn’t have the impact of that groundbreaking show, it still packs a punch. That’s not a grotesque, painful punch, but a graceful, subtle punch that always lands its blow with precision and a lightness of touch. An example of this is the scene where Tull is writing home from the Front – his letters to Emily talk about how beautiful the countryside is and what the food is like; and are recited side-by-side with his letters to his brother which tell the brutality of war.

Leon Newman, Neil Reidman and Susie Broadbent work together as a seamless ensemble of three but also shine in their own individual roles. Mr Newman is outstanding as Walter, exuding a charismatic nobility and honesty that truly impresses. He is also excellent as the firm but fair Reverend in charge of the Folkestone church and who deposits the Tull boys in the orphanage; and as the Glaswegian Warnock who adopts Edward Tull – who himself went on to become the first mixed-heritage person to qualify as a dentist in Britain.

Susie Broadbent gives us a terrific range of characters including Alice and Clara Tull, the no-nonsense matron at the orphanage, and a very funny contribution as the manager of Spurs. Neil Reidman is great as the spirited (and spiritual) Daniel Tull, the orphanage boss, and as Herbert Chapman, the manager of Northampton Town. It’s impossible to list all their roles, because there are so many, each one clearly characterised so we never have any doubt as to whom they are portraying.

If I have a criticism, it would be that it’s a little hard to get a sense of the timings involved in Tull’s story. The play doesn’t, for example, convey the fact that Tull played for Northampton for four seasons with 111 first-team appearances; it feels more like he was only there briefly before the war started. And Emily mispronounces the name of the River Nene, which is a capital offence in Northampton! At times extremely sad, but also extraordinarily uplifting, this is a beautiful, simple but impressive production which fills a gap in our history. The run ends on Saturday 2nd November, but hopefully this marvellous show and its terrific performances will have a life in the future.

Five Alive, Let Theatre Thrive!

Review – Never Let Me Go, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 24th October 2024

Never Let Me GoI’d neither read the original book of Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go, nor seen the film, so had no expectations of what might be in this play, co-produced by the Royal and Derngate, Rose Theatre, Bristol Old Vic and Malvern Theatres. Suzanne Heathcote’s excellent stage adaptation is a complicated, multi-layered story that develops on a number of timescales and in many different locations, and this production tells its tale with admirable clarity.

The CottageThis England of the 1980s and 90s is a country with a subset of non-people, cloned with the sole purpose to provide organs so that the “real” inhabitants can survive disease, catastrophe and the aging process. These subhumans are separated from the earliest age, brought up and educated separately, designed to go straight from school to “the cottages”, where, rather like the characters in Pulp’s Common People, they “dance and drink and screw because there’s nothing else to do”.

DonationThey then become carers for those starting their donating “careers”; and once they get called up they spend their lives in and out of hospital, having organs removed with no regard for their own needs. Occasionally they don’t survive the first harvesting, and it’s pretty much accepted that no one gets past their fourth donation-transaction. They don’t then die, they complete. There’s no sympathy for this subset of people, and in fact they’re pretty much despised by the public. It’s a horrendously savage and bitter take on the human condition, and I found the story profoundly unsettling, unpleasant, and above all, sad.

Clone KidsOne of the most quotable quotes I ever heard was the playwright Edward Bond, in his original author’s note accompanying his play Saved: “Clutching at straws is the only realistic thing to do.” And it’s true; we do spend our lives clutching at straws, whether it’s the hope that “everything will be alright in the end”, or that the awful job will get better eventually, or that if we say our prayers we’ll go to heaven. Ishiguro’s characters, given an unusually artistic and rewarding education at the private Hailsham School, are led to believe that if they excel at art, their works will be displayed in a gallery; others can see into their souls and if it’s clear that they are in love, they may be granted a deferral from their eventually unavoidable purpose in life. Clutching at straws, indeed.

Carer and DonorThe story concentrates on Kathy H (none of the clones have surnames, just identifying letters) who takes to the role of carer with an enthusiasm and commitment that the others simply lack. The play starts with her taking her latest donor through his procedures, but when he finds out that she went to Hailsham he is curious to know more about what it was like. Thus the narrative takes us back to her schooldays, the early friendships and rivalries, and the relationships with the guardians. It then progresses through her time at the cottage, and into being a carer for several years. But there’s never any doubt as to her eventual fate, and the play nicely ends where it starts with the same actor who was her donor in the first scene now being her carer in the last.

Nice setThere’s much to admire in this production. Tom Piper’s set, ostensibly located in a hospital, with five double doors in a semi-circle, also doubles up beautifully as the school and other locations; combined with Joshua Carr’s lighting and Carolyn Downing’s sound, it also conveys beautifully the wide expanse of beach that provides a brief moment of respite for Kathy, Ruth and Tommy.

Ruth, Kathy and TommyThere are also some fantastic performances from the busy cast, many of whom take on several roles. Nell Barlow is superb throughout as Kathy H, rarely off stage, an upbeat characterisation of someone who sees the best in others and always tries to accentuate the positive, even when it causes her own personal pain and grief. There are also brilliant performances by Angus Imrie as Tommy D, the sporty Hailsham kid who had anger management issues and always carries a torch for Kathy, and Matilda Baines as Ruth C, Kathy’s childhood best friend who barely suppresses a cruel and manipulative streak. There’s a moment when the adult Kathy and Tommy locate Hailsham head guardian Miss Emily, who explains some of the background that they could never understand as children. Susan Aderin gives an agonisingly heart-wrenching performance as Miss Emily in this most thrilling scene of the play. But the entire cast give an excellent performance throughout.

Kathy and RuthThere is one directorial affectation, however, that drove me to distraction. Almost every scene ends with a character saying the first line of the next scene. That may not sound like much of a problem, but in practice it exasperated me – an unnecessary, and regularly predictable gimmick. I couldn’t see the point of it at the time, and I still can’t. In fact, it set my back up so much that I found it hard to warm to the production until after the interval, when the device is used less frequently. That aside, it’s a thought-provoking, powerful play that poses many questions about the purpose of life and our relationships with each other. Having started life at the Rose Theatre Kingston, it is just about to end its run at the Royal and Derngate Northampton, but its tour continues to Malvern and the Bristol Old Vic, finishing at the Chichester Festival Theatre at the end of November.

Production photos by Hugo Glendenning

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – Russell Hicks, Happy to be Here, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 20th October 2024

It’s been ten years since we first saw Russell Hicks, since when he has been a mainstay in our comedy list of must-see favourites. A regular pop-up at comedy clubs, this is his first proper UK tour; it’s ten years since he moved here, and he’s clearly decided that he’s Happy to be Here (as that’s the title of the show). Of course, all proper UK tours have a support act; and his is Russell Hicks, in the form of an introduction, who comes on for twenty-five minutes for a bit of banter and get-to-know-you. After the interval he returns as Russell Hicks, headliner, where he actually appears to have some pre-prepared material. I know! I couldn’t believe it either.

If you’ve seen him before, you’ll know that he’s all about reacting to whatever accidental comedy gems the audience throws at him – and he’ll run with them as surely and swiftly as if Usain Bolt were nipping at his heels. The man has an extraordinary memory and attention to detail; the tiniest fact that might have been briefly mentioned an hour and a half earlier and to which no one paid any real attention, will suddenly reappear as a callback from the Gods. An undeniable fact: sit anywhere near the front and it’s likely you will be part of the action. Fortunately, he comes across as hugely likeable, so he can get away with the most merciless of teasing; and whilst he does have a slight sense of danger about him, none of his humour is ever cruel. In fact, the badinage is often supportive and kindly.

From conversations with audience members, we learned how Iain is a football darts kind of guy, Marco is from Germany but has an Italian name because it was trendy at the time, Sam is a 20 year old electrician with the world at his feet, Danielle and Ryan were probably at it in the car during the interval, the man from Turkey has been here 29 years and is with Him Tim, and the couple in the front row had separate children (and pets) and lived in Rushden, which, apparently, is located just on the other side of the emergency exit. The show is nothing if not informative.

As indicated earlier, it’s not all audience-riffing. Ten years of living in Britain has revealed to him the true British behaviour on board trains – especially the late night ones, the nonsense of him passing his driving test on Skye, the differences between boy and girl children, and an appreciation for all the accents that the United Kingdom boasts. Such a shame he can only do one of them – norf London geezer (or for women, Essex girls). A brief brush with American politics shows why he can’t really disapprove of Donald Trump – it’s a tongue in cheek moment, don’t worry.

Above all, he is really happy to be here, and we’re very happy to have him. All that thinking on his feet must be exhausting – as a result no two Russell Hicks shows are ever the same, but they’re always full of laughter. As an example, he must have mined at least ten minutes of material from speculating on the differences between shows in the Royal (very aspirational), in the Derngate (not at all aspirational), and in what he called the Cinema Room, where he found himself – in reality, the rather unforgiving Screen 2 of the Northampton Filmhouse, whose career as a comedy venue will hopefully come to an end soon when the Underground finally reopens after they’ve got rid of all that RAAC. Whatever the venue, as an Official Hicksie (that’s what we are, apparently), he’s always welcome. The Happy to be Here tour continues on-and-off throughout the UK until April 2025, and you’d be daft to miss it.

Review – My Eyes Are Up Here, Sarah Keyworth, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 27th September 2024

What a remarkable ascent up the greasy pole of comedy success Sarah Keyworth has achieved over the last couple of years! It was only last September that we saw them at the Charles Bradlaugh pub in Northampton. Now they are taking their successful Edinburgh show on tour around the country, including a sold-out date at the London Palladium next February! That’s some achievement, and fully deserved for what must be one of the most assured comedians on the scene.

But first, our support act was Louise Atkinson, a bright and boisterous stage presence who grabs our attention from the start. Instantly likeable, she blames her behaviour on the fact that she lives by herself and so needs to talk to people whenever she can. She engaged the services of front row ex-policeman Stuart to alert her when she might trip over her microphone wire or potentially split her trousers; he was to shout Bollock! if it was to happen; she didn’t, but he did. She describes herself as the Yorkshire Shakira – it’s all in the hips – and has some brilliant material about the way people look, and much more besides. She offered us an alternative ending to her show – we opted for a mind blowing way of showing passive aggression in a text. Very funny throughout, we’d look to see her doing a full show if the opportunity arises!

As soon as Sarah Keyworth walks out on stage, you know you’re in for a good time, because they’re just so amazingly reassuring to the audience. They were obviously very well brought up in a very nice family, because their innate politeness just shines through, both in the pre-prepared material and any off-the-cuff interaction with the audience. If they talk to you, it’s always thank you for coming and lovely to meet you and it is a genuinely welcoming feeling; you never get the sense that it’s put on just for the show. That makes their brilliant routine about the pitfalls of managing a lesbian foursome even more hilarious, because you can just imagine them trying to be the perfect host, making sure everyone has all their needs attended to.

At the heart of My Eyes Are Up Here is the story of the elective surgery that Sarah Keyworth had last year to have a double mastectomy. This is never something that anyone would undertake lightly. It seems that ever since they were a child, Sarah has rebelled against anything girly, including wearing the horrible dress that constituted their first school uniform. Their hero – as far as an ideal body look was concerned – was their older brother Tom, and you can tell they are genuinely thrilled to be looking more like him than ever before.

Although there is a serious element to the show, it is also crammed with heaps of fun and the laughs come thick and fast. They have a brilliant positive spin that they put on any negative comments received by online trolls, plus a moment or two to celebrate good men which is nothing if not inclusive, and a wonderful account of inviting a male stripper to a hen do in a Devon caravan. Much of their material reverts to their relationship with their mother, who sounds like a most remarkable woman, and there’s an amazing feelgood ending to the show which makes everyone go home feeling happy.

Sarah Keyworth’s My Eyes Are Up Here UK and Ireland tour continues through till March 2025, but with many venues already sold out; and don’t even think of trying to come to the Palladium.