There’s something about the Sheffield pantomime that simply beats the competition. Whether it’s the presence of the redoubtable Damian Williams as the dame, or the uniquely excited audience who know precisely what is expected of them, or the history of variety that seeps through the very brick of the theatre itself, I haven’t a clue. What’s je ne sais quoi in South Yorkshire speak? Summat in t’watter?
This year’s Evolution Productions show is Beauty and the Beast, not a story I particularly associate with panto, but it works very well despite some obvious differences with most other examples of the genre. There’s no wicked queen; Nightshade has cast her evil spell long before Curtain Up. There’s no vulnerable, put-upon sad young princess; our Belle is a fighter who knows her own mind and no Beast is going to scare her. In a twist to the usual panto ending where a Prince Charming has to kiss a sleeping princess to break the spell, in Beauty and the Beast it’s the young girl who has to profess love to the man to get the same result. Sexual equality in Pantoland?
As you would expect, the production is full of top quality elements that make your fingertips tingle with pleasure. Great music from Uncle Alex Turney and his band scattered around all four of the Lyceum boxes, lively costumes and sets, enjoyable choreography from Sarah Langley, and a script by Paul Hendy that is jam-packed with humour.
There are – of course – the barrow of puns, the haunted bench, and Madame Fillop’s search for a new boyfriend in the audience. For our performance that special honour went to Jim, who played along with the fun perfectly, and who donned the required blonde wig and pink outfit to make him look like Ken to La Fillop’s Barbie. When he came up to the front to do the final routine with Philippe, he looked for all the world like Rod Stewart.
And then there are the performances, each of which bring their own special magic to the proceedings. Bessy Ewa is Belle, full of courage and a sense of fun; she’s also terrific at the song and dance, and really brings the character to life. Jennie Dale plays Cupid – the equivalent of the Fairy Godmother in this show – an ebullient presence of kindness and mischief. Max Fulham is superb as Phillipe, with his sidekick monkey, Gordon; as well as getting himself absolutely soaked with sloppy cake ingredients, he proves himself to be a pretty versatile ventriloquist too.
Damian Williams is, as always, the embodiment of the fat bloke in a dress, outrageously sending up every scene and everyone he shares the stage with, and flagrantly exploiting his matchless connection with the audience. It just wouldn’t be the same without him. Duncan James nails the sexual arrogance of Danton, every girl’s dream, not to mention some of the chaps’; fobbing off implications that he’s H from Steps, or that all Blue’s songs sound the same. 
As you would expect, he carries off many of the big numbers in the show with his terrific presence and voice, and brings a lot of humour to the proceedings. For the adults, there’s an unexpected and very amusing nod to bi-visibility at the end of the show that had me in hysterics. The six members of the ensemble all give excellent support as disparate villagers, marauding wolves and the Beast’s household.
But I had no idea that I would be so moved by the performance of Aidan Banyard as the Beast/Prince Henri. Singing Queen’s Somebody to Love with existential anguish, bemoaning his fortune in the drenching rain, 
pouring his heart into You Will Be Found, he has a superb presence and an astounding voice. Mr Banyard is going places – or he should be.
This panto is the crème de la crème. You’ve got till 7th January to see it; and we’re already booked for Snow White next December.
Production photos by Sam Taylor
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