Review – Frank and Percy, Theatre Royal Windsor, 14th June 2023

There are many reasons for going to see Ben Weatherill’s Frank and Percy at the Theatre Royal Windsor. My primary reason was the fact that, in 56 years of theatregoing, I had still never been to the Theatre Royal Windsor; and I realised this was an insupportable position that simply had to be put right.  And it’s a fascinating little place – elegantly tiered, comfortable seats (given it was built in 1910), welcoming bar, friendly staff and a surprisingly unornate interior. Above all, I am given to believe that you get a good view of the stage from almost every seat in the house, which has to be a massive bonus.

Another reason for going is that Frank and Percy is a good production of a fairly good play with two very good performances. Let me elaborate. Frank (Roger Allam) takes his dog Toffee for her daily walk on Hampstead Heath and bumps into Percy (Ian McKellen) taking his dog Bruno for his. Naturally, they talk about their dogs. These daily chats become a habit, and the two men become friends. Both lead rather lonely lives. Frank is widowed, having lost his wife Alice, and Percy is estranged from his husband Dennis. As their friendship develops, a physical attraction also grows. Before long, they become a rather unlikely couple; Percy encouraging Frank’s realisation of his own bisexuality, Frank supporting Percy through health issues and a poor public reaction to his latest book. If they can get over the hurdle of Bruno getting severely injured whilst chasing sticks, they can get over anything, right? You’ll have to watch the play to find out!

Morgan Large’s set is simple but extremely effective. A wooden back wall (inspired by a Hampstead park bench) parts to reveal a thickly verdant projection of dense trees; a similarly wooden revolving design on the stage becomes a woodland path, café tables and chairs, or domestic furniture. Scene numbers and locations are projected onto the back wall to keep us focused on the play’s progression. As for his costume design, there are a couple of surprise costume changes which I won’t spoil for you but got a round of applause all of their own.

Like 4000 Miles, recently at Chichester, this is an elegantly written but episodically structured play, where the narrative is fragmented and most of writer Ben Weatherill’s efforts have gone in to filling out the minutest aspects of his two characters. As a result, we feel we know the personalities and attitudes of Frank and Percy intimately; the actual story, as such, once you get over the fact that Frank can be attracted to a man as well as a woman, is a little soap-operatic in style. Having said that, the play does also occasionally look at other themes, such as modern cancel culture, the state of the NHS  and karaoke choice disasters.

Mr Weatherill has given all the best lines to Sir Ian, who relishes every retort and funny aside that Frank delivers. Mr Allam, on the other hand, very much plays the straight man, no pun intended. Reunited after their pairing in Aladdin at the Old Vic, where Roger Allam gave us his Abbanazar to Sir Ian’s Widow Twankey, they clearly have a brilliant working relationship and friendship, and make a dream team in this exploration of late-flowering love.Although neither actor was word perfect on press night, they still nailed the show superbly well; Mr Allam is excellent conveying his slow discovery of Frank’s potential for a relationship post-Alice, and Sir Ian never misses a trick in revealing Percy’s naughty but genuinely emotional heart, even when he tries to conceal it behind cruel words.

If I have a criticism, perhaps the play itself could have been a little more daring, a little more punchy; it’s all very feelgood and neat – there’s nothing here that would shock your most elderly relatives! Nevertheless, all in all, a very enjoyable production with a couple of acting greats doing what they do best! Frank and Percy is on at the Theatre Royal Windsor until 22nd July and then transfers to the Theatre Royal Bath until 5th August.

4-stars

Four They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – ¡Showmanism! Theatre Royal Bath Ustinov Studio, 26th November 2022

Visiting friends in darkest North East Somerset at the weekend, we all went into Bath on Saturday afternoon to experience the Christmas Market and the lolz. We didn’t discover the lesser-spotted Rees-Mogg, but we did find the Ustinov Studio, tucked at the back of the Theatre Royal. I haven’t been to the Theatre Royal Bath since October 1976 when I accompanied the late Dowager Mrs Chrisparkle to a performance of the dubious and long-forgotten sex comedy, The Earl and The Pussycat, starring Michael Denison and Dulcie Gray. If you are old enough to remember Michael Denison and Dulcie Gray, then I’m sure you can just imagine quite how on point that sex comedy was.

And so it was that five of us took our seats for the 1 hour 40 minutes, no interval (sigh) performance of ¡Showmanism!, a transubstantial pageant, according to the programme, whatever that might mean. Curated, devised and performed by Dickie Beau, inspired by conversations with Rupert Christiansen. Devised, performed and inspired, I understand; but curated, in terms of a theatrical performance, is a new one on me. I just wondered if it was beginning to feel a little big for its boots even before it started, but let’s consider all the good aspects first.

You’ve got to hand it to Monsieur Beau; his is a performance unlike any other you’re likely to have seen. He lip-synchs to a series of recordings with famous (and some not quite so famous) characters from the theatre world, and technically he’s unsurpassable. The only other time I’ve seen lip-synching on stage was by drag artist Karen from Finance at the Edinburgh Fringe, but Our Dickie knocks Our Karen into a cocked hat. It’s a quite extraordinary feat. Every nuance, every hesitation on the part of the original interview, every laugh, every verbal tic is captured immaculately and precisely in a stunning tour-de-force of a performance. Visually, too, there’s a lot for the eyes to feast on. Beautiful, evocative lighting from Marty Langthorne creates its own narrative as it leads the audience to concentrate on individual items within Justin Nardella’s busy but sensible set. A shovel, a spaceman’s helmet, Yorick’s skull and a buried sword are just some of the random items that help play a part in the show.

But it’s this very randomness that eventually starts to get on your nerves (well, it got on mine). There didn’t seem much to connect the reminiscences of Sir Ian McKellen and Spitting Image’s Steve Nallon, let alone all the other vocal conversational recordings, with why Mr Beau was standing there, on the stage of the Ustinov Studio, in his white undies, virtually regurgitating the words of others. There’s no doubt it’s very clever, but, basically, and I make no apologies for this, I didn’t really get it.

To be honest, there was a clue before the show started that it might be more about style than substance. The upside down exclamation mark that starts the show’s title, ¡Showmanism!, is primarily used as a grammatical convention in Spanish. This, however, isn’t a Spanish show. There aren’t even any Spaniards in the recordings. I sense that the upside down exclamation mark is there to make the title stand out; to attract our attention and signify that this show is a bit ¡different! or ¡quirky! but without any real explanation as to why. It looks, sounds, feels superb; but delve down into the words you’re hearing, and I don’t think there’s very much there to keep you entertained for over an hour and half. Sure, there were some diverting passages, and some elements relating to the creative process itself, which is often a treasure trove of delight. But I couldn’t help but feel that the discussions themselves were somewhat small scale, and not overly revealing.

For all its attack, I got rather bored at times, which is one of the cardinal sins of theatre. However, I do value the effort behind a brave failure and there’s no question that it’s an original piece of experimental theatre, which must be applauded. I reckon it split the audience 50:50 between those who found it thrilling and exciting and those who found it pretentious and tedious; and to be fair, the truth is probably somewhere between the two. But Mr Beau is one helluva performer, and no mistake.

3-starsThree-sy does it!