Review – The Great Gatsby (First Preview), London Coliseum, 11th April 2025

One hundred years and a day since the first publication of Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby – as director Marc Bruni informed us at the start of the show – Kait Kerrigan, Jason Howland and Nathan Tysen’s much expected musical launched itself on the stage of the London Coliseum to one of the most excited and receptive audiences I’ve ever witnessed. Many dressed for the occasion with sparkly flapper outfits, or old sport peaked caps; I went for my Autograph at Marks and Spencer look. And what a charming first performance gift – on every seat was a commemorative copy of the book.

If you know me IRL as the young people say, you’ll know that I’m a front stalls kind of guy; that way you can observe the facial expressions, catch any tiny mishaps and truly be a part of what’s going on. My ticket was provided by that generous chap the Squire of Sidcup (he’s moved now, but although you can take the squire out of Sidcup, you can’t etc…) as we’re both huge fans of the book and I have a significant birthday coming up. However, the Squire is more of a towards the back of the dress circle kind of guy, and at that distance, particularly in a space as vast as the Coliseum, you can’t really see the facial expressions. Added to the fact that this was the first preview, this isn’t by any means a full and incisive review – just a reaction to what I saw.

And what I saw was a sheer delight. I had no expectations of the show, in that I didn’t know the songs, and I had read no reviews of the Broadway production. Bear in mind, this a big, lavish musical that primarily concentrates on the love story, and Fitzgerald’s subtler themes of insincerity, lack of vision, material versus spiritual wealth and the failure of the American Dream all take a back seat. Many years ago we saw another staging of Gatsby, Gatz, and this is as far from that kind of adaptation as it’s possible to get.

Given the romantic angle, the show tells the story of The Great Gatsby remarkably well. It still uses Nick as its central narrative thread, it shows the heartache behind the glamour, it reveals how removed George and Myrtle are from the excesses of East Egg, and it places the timeless story firmly in its 1925 setting, with contemporary musical routines. If it lacks anything, there isn’t a lot of humour in the show; there are some nice comic moments with the likes of Daisy, Jordan and Myrtle, but the male characters are not comic types and there aren’t many laughs in the book.

As spectacle, the show is outstanding; the sets take your breath away, the lighting is stunning, the costumes are immaculate, and the eighteen-piece orchestra work their socks off. A delicate story like this could easily be shattered by excessive amplification, but every note sung – indeed every word spoken – has perfect clarity of both volume and elocution, and the singing throughout the entire show is completely fantastic. Given this was its first preview, I could not believe how seamlessly and perfectly the entire performance took place. I can’t imagine that there are any tweaks to be made between now and Press Night.

The cast are uniformly superb, headed by Jamie Muscato as Gatsby, conveying the character’s disconnect from the rest of his environment; rather like the Wizard of Oz, his reputation and influence are far greater than the substance of the man himself. I realise I’ve only seen Mr Muscato once before, way back in the days of the excellent Bend It Like Beckham; he was terrific in that, but, as they say, from little acorns… His stage presence and vocal power are extraordinary. Frances Mayli McCann is also exceptional as Daisy, full of emotion and with a fantastic voice; she’s also matched with Jon Robyns’ chillingly believable Tom – given his terrific voice, it’s a shame that Tom has no solo songs.

Rachel Tucker gives us a truly spirited and gorgeously tragic Myrtle, Amber Davies is fantastic as Jordan Baker, and – as you would expect – John Owen-Jones tremendous as Meyer Wolfsheim, a part that is built up in the show more than perhaps the book warrants. The ever-reliable Joel Montague is perfect as George, and, in his West End debut, American star Corbin Bleu is outstanding as Nick, through whose eyes all the events of the story are seen.

Beautiful to look at, glorious to hear; full of impact and entertainment, and with some stunning performances. What’s not to love?

Five Alive Let Theatre Thrive!

Review – Bend It Like Beckham, Phoenix Theatre, 10th February 2016

I’ll be honest with you, gentle reader. I really didn’t want to see Bend It Like Beckham. I really enjoyed the film, and remember it fondly; and my reaction when I heard it was being made into a stage musical was Why Can’t They Leave It Alone and Why Don’t They Write Musicals With Brand New Source Material Anymore. So I didn’t book it. However, I saw that it won the Critics’ Circle award for Best New Musical, and that Mr Mark Shenton of The Stage whose opinion I greatly value said it was the best thing since sliced naan, and one of Mrs Chrisparkle’s colleagues said they saw it a week ago and absolutely loved it. So I cut myself a huge slice of Humble Pie and booked to see it just in time, given that it’s closing on March 5th.

My original decision not to see it earlier must count as one of my poorest decisions in theatregoing history. This is a completely joyous show. You come out of the theatre with a spring in your step and an aorta full of love. It’s one of those rare instances where the cast and creative team’s affection for their project runs right through it like a stick of Bombay rock. It’s perfectly cast from the top to the bottom, the songs and arrangements are catchy and memorable, and whilst there is an element of stereotyping in some of the characters, it never strays into caricature and is both completely believable and recognisable. Its themes are timeless; its message uplifting.

Do you remember the original film? We’re back in 2001 and David Beckham is at the height of his sporting prowess. Jess, from a Sikh family living in Southall, is mad on him, and on playing football in general. Unbeknownst to her, she has been spotted by Jules, another soccer mad girl, who plays for the local Hounslow Harriers team. Jules arranges for Jess to get a trial with coach Joe, who is quietly impressed, and soon she is a vital part of the team. But all this tomboyishness is out of synch with Jess’s parents, Mr and Mrs Bhamra, who are keen to impress the family of their other daughter Pinky’s husband-to-be, the snooty Chopras. When Jess is forbidden to play football anymore, she is torn between her natural obligation to obey her parents and her desire to fulfil her talents. But does sari have to be the hardest word? (Apologies for that one). There is a solution – as the song says, at times everyone has to bend it. But what does Jess do? You’ll have to go and see it to find out.

I reckon everyone at some point in their life has had to make a decision to follow their dream or to follow their obligations or what society requires. So Jess’s dilemma is something we can all recognise. Do you fit in, and keep the peace, or do you “be yourself” and go where your heart leads? It isn’t always an easy decision. The Bhamras are a very traditional family – and even Mr Bhamra himself knows all about giving up on one’s dreams in order to do The Right Thing. But parents always know best, don’t they? Just like in Fiddler on the Roof, the older generation prizes Tradition, but the younger generation questions it; it was ever thus. And whilst we’re comparing this show with other musicals, I was delighted to see BILB even had its own version of an Oklahoma-style dream ballet sequence, where Jess suddenly finds herself transported to a soccer pitch, alone with David Beckham – although not in the traditional romantic sense, as Beckham shows her how to kick that curved ball. For Jess, that is definitely the dream come true.

The show has much to say about cross-cultural liaisons – of all types – and it brilliantly depicts them in its fusion of eastern and western musical styles and dances. Done haphazardly, this could be an absolute dog’s dinner. But the amazing side-by-side sequences of wedding celebrations and football celebrations are a perfect visual mix up of the two cultures, and the use of typical Indian instruments as part of the traditional West End band creates a musical unity for your ears; as does using both Hindi and English words to the same melody. It all works incredibly well.

Musically, of course, this is a brilliant show – you would expect nothing less with the music written by The Hired Man’s Howard Goodall, and lyrics by Phantom’s Charles Hart. The orchestration is infectious and full of character. Miriam Buether’s set is fun and authentic (although I wish there had been a way to change the score in the Hamburg match!) Katrina Lindsay’s costumes are superb, reflecting the different cultures and styles; and I particularly liked the sassy dresses the team change into for a night on the town, especially the one worn by Jules – Mrs C would look amazing in that.

But what really impressed me from the start were the superb performances from absolutely every member of the cast. Natalie Dew is simply brilliant as Jess; fun-loving, wide-eyed and awkward, a delightful trace of naughtiness, enthusiastic, and loving every minute of it. And she’s a stunning singer. Lauren Samuels is perfect as Jules, with her no-nonsense spirit wrestling with her internalised desires and sparring with a difficult mother. She’s also a stunning singer. Natasha Jayetileke is hugely entertaining as the domineering Mrs Bhamra – constantly making demands of her daughters whilst you know deep down she has a heart of gold; raising the significance of an aloo gobi to an art form. And guess what – she’s also a stunning singer. Preeya Kalidas is simply hilarious as the gorgeously vacuous Pinky, finding romance behind the bushes and squeaking out her innits. You won’t be surprised to learn she’s a stunning singer. And Sophie-Louise Dann creates a wonderful anxious mess of a mother in the character of Paula, with a voice like Joe Pasquale’s secret love child, agonising magnificently over the word “lesbian”, and, naturally, singing stunningly.

And what of the chaps? Tony Jayawardena is a brilliant Mr Bhamra, reducing the audience to hysteria with the comic timing of his throwaway lines, balancing beautifully the character’s sense of The Right Thing with his own understanding of human emotions – I thought he was terrific. For our performance, the role of Tony was taken by Rakesh Boury, Jess’s playtime pal and support – delightfully gangly and uncomfortable, and with his own very nicely confessed revelations – hashtag awks. An excellent performance. Jamie Muscato brought genuine warmth and decency to the role of Joe, and he really conveys the scariness of interacting with Jess’s family when they don’t want to hear what he has to say. Raj Bajaj is a fantastically goofy Teetu, giving it large at the engagement party; intellectually a perfect match for Pinky; strictly speaking, he really should be called Perky.

The fantastic ensemble includes Irvine Iqbal and Sohm Kapila as Teetu’s marvellously haughty parents, Harveen Mann, Buckso Dhillon-Woolley among the wonderfully busybody aunties, and the best-looking team of footballers I’ve ever seen. Everyone gives their all, everyone’s a great dancer, everyone’s hugely committed to the show. The onstage joy spills out into the auditorium – in fact in the interval, I saw a guy in the bar doing his version of Teetu’s dance – it was quite impressive! One of those occasions when you leave the theatre a better person from the one you went in. You’ve got until March 5th to see it – and I reckon that last night performance is going to be One Swell Party. A privilege to be there – one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.

P.S. It’s been years since I’ve been to the Phoenix Theatre – 32 years to be precise! I’d forgotten how charming it is.