‘The Dreaming’ casts its spell at the Union Theatre

Saturday 6th September 2014, matinée

When we heard that Howard Goodall and Charles Hart’s musical ‘The Dreaming’ was going to be put on at the Union Theatre we jumped at the chance to add to our growing collection of Goodall musicals, and to revisit a tiny venue with big ideas.  The plot is based on Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, but Charles Hart’s book brings the action to Edwardian times, specifically 1913, which makes a good fit both musically, and adds weight to the story by evoking the sense of a golden summer lost forever on the eve of the First World War.  The key characters never change it seems, with the aristocrats who need to learn a lesson from those who live more closely with nature being a timeless theme.

Designer Kingsley Hall has transformed the space very simply with the suggestion of a forest, making the floor the main feature of the space and allowing the twenty-strong cast plenty of flexibility, while director Paul Clarkson creatives an immersive experience, making maximum use of the off-stage spaces (characters often call to each other unseen, creating a real sense of remoteness), and the clever trick of getting the chorus to run behind the seats literally sends shivers up the spine, in a low tech but very effective form of 4D.  Helen Rymer’s choreography completes the creative triangle with an ingenious use of the space, whether in high energy acrobatics, comedy from the amateur dramatics troupe, or in her inventive ways of creating a magical atmosphere, for example, the beautiful sequence where Sylvia, the Queen of the woodlanders, is lulled to sleep by her handmaidens using just a large square of floating material, and her ‘romance’ with an unlikely bedfellow is played out as a mysterious dream sequence.

Howard Goodall’s music has a warmth and humanity to it which makes it a constant pleasure to listen to, as well as an emotionally engaging experience.  He focuses on harmony and hope, and even the saddest events are tinged with a sense of the greater picture and a sense that things can be better in the future.  The music is well served by musical director David Griffiths, heading a band of just four, who create a myriad of tones and sounds, combining modern technology and acoustic instruments to great effect.  Here Goodall is teamed with Charles Hart, with whom he wrote the wonderful Kissing Dance, and again they have created an engaging and witty piece.  It is hard to pick out highlights because everything flows together so well, but we would have to mention the ‘Cuckoo song’, a great introduction for the villagers, ‘Jennifer’, an incredibly catchy and joyous outpouring of drug-induced love, ‘Night and Silence’, the dreamlike and yet slightly menacing lullaby for Sylvia, ‘Catch me if you can’, which plays quite literally with the extremes of ‘love me’ and ‘kill me’ in the mayhem of confused lovers and mischievous woodland creatures.  Finally ‘The Dreaming’ sums up the action and brings a fantastic sense of resolution as each character first recounts their own experiences, and then concludes that it must all have been a dream. The conflicts are resolved and all is forgiven.

The massive cast deliver an ensemble performance which is impressive on all fronts – dancing, singing and acting, and really creates a world of fantasy and dreamlike action in the mysterious forest setting.  We particularly enjoyed David Breeds as the unremittingly energetic and over-eager youngster Walter, willing even to play the rear end of a dragon to further his acting career.  We had only very recently seen Richard Brindley in the Royal Academy of Music end of year shows, and here he shows off his singing voice and lightness of touch as the pleasant and enthusiastic Lord of the manor Julian.  Michael Burgen has a nice sense of wonder as the star player of the villagers acting troupe about to experience a very different transformation, slightly bemused but quietly enjoying the experience.  As Angel and Sylvia, the King and Queen of the woodlanders, Christopher Hancock and Daisy Tonge provide a strong focus for the whole piece, both with powerful vocals and movement.  It’s never easy pretending to be a bad actor, but Alex Green does a great job, perfectly capturing that ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look of terror, and managing the business of dodgy props and timing to maximum comic effect.  As Alexander, the runaway lover who is induced to fall in love with the ‘wrong’ person, Alistair Hill pulls out all the stops, and his rendition of the love song ‘Jennifer’ is a joy to watch, as he combines outlandishly pure vocals with a gloriously uninhibited interpretive dance.  There is a delicious moment of anticipation as his rival David, played by Joshua Tonks, instantly falls in love with the same girl, and joins him in his hypnotic refrain.  Their rivalry is beautifully played out and is one of the highlights of the afternoon.

It seems churlish to complain, but we would have to say that there were some issues with diction which meant that some of the words were lost, a shame given our admiration for Charles Hart’s lyrics!  But overall this is an impressive production of a musical which deserves a much wider audience (glad as we were to experience it on such an intimate scale), and this is a worthy (and long overdue) professional premier.

PS – Howard, if you’re reading this, please can we have a cast recording!

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Lest we forget: The Return of the Soldier at Jermyn Street Theatre

Tuesday 2nd September, 2014 (first preview)

Even in her twenties, Rebecca West had plenty of material to draw on for her first novel ‘The Return of the Soldier’, having lived through the first world war herself and experienced the anguish of a turbulent love affair with married man HG Wells.  However, she adds an ingenious element to the plot by making her returning soldier, Christopher Baldry, a shell-shocked amnesiac.  Unable to remember his wife Kitty, he writes instead to a woman (Margaret Grey) he was in love with years before, now married herself, informing her that he is coming back to her with the intention of proposing.  The painful predicament is a unique way of exploring love and loss for all the characters, and the ‘return’ has a double meaning, in the sense of both his physical return to safety, and his psychological return to fitness and self-identification as a soldier.

This is a powerful drama, and in this musical version by Charles Miller and Tim Sanders at the Jermyn Street Theatre, we are not sure that the music quite manages to penetrate it.  It feels more like a play with songs, but there are plenty of high points, such as Margaret’s anguished ‘I know how this ends’, Baldry’s impassioned memories of the war he can’t leave behind ‘Leave me for dead’, and the lighter ‘Little Things I Need’, which portrays Margaret’s husband’s devotion and dependency on his wife, tinged with the awareness that he may lose her.  We also enjoyed ‘Headmaster’, a vaudeville-style satire on the newly burgeoning psycho-analytical business, although it didn’t really fit neatly into the tone of the rest of the piece.

Laura Pitt-Pulford has often excelled at playing exuberant, warm and emotional characters, notably for us as Mabel Normand in Mack and Mabel.  Her finest moments here are when she recaptures her youth through her renewed romance with Baldry, literally shedding the years before our eyes.  The warmth and humour in her relationship with her husband is also touchingly portrayed, although we were not quite so convinced by her as a dowdy middle-aged woman worn down by drudgery(!)  Michael Matus provided some much-needed humour and showed off his impressive versatility in the dual roles of Mr Grey, Margaret’s self-effacing but loyal husband, unable to enlist for the fighting but a dab hand at pickling vegetables, and Dr Anderson, an unorthodox psycho-analyst who has his own self-doubts about the way his skills are used to patch soldiers up and send them back to war.  His talent for characterisation, humour, and beautifully nuanced singing voice was well-used.  Stewart Clarke brings intensity and a powerful voice to the stage as the tormented Christopher Baldry.  Passionate in everything and desperate to escape the traumatic memories of war, his inner turmoil is always present, making the relived love affair as poignant as it is joyful.  As forgotten wife Kitty, Zoe Rainey perfectly conveys the brittleness of a privileged woman grappling with loss of status as well as the emotional pain of having her husband’s love and their history together apparently wiped away forever.  Her pain is evident through the mask of conformity and her cruelty to Margaret, and we feel her terrible dilemma – live with a stranger, or try to cure him and risk losing him again.  As Jenny, Christopher’s cousin and childhood playmate who still adores him from a distance, Charlie Langham is sweet-voiced and innocent, a calmer presence whose desire has already been thwarted and must remain well-hidden.

We do have another gripe – it’s a bugbear of ours that some composers haven’t harnessed the power of the internet to promote their music.  Perhaps there are contractual complications in doing this, but even a couple of song samples would have helped us to recall the music and remind ourselves how the various songs went.  At the end of the day, only truly exceptional music is readily memorable after a single hearing.

Overall, however, this is an engaging and intelligent drama, well-acted, sung and directed in a tiny space which gives it an intensity that can be overwhelming at times. This is a welcome interpretation of a deservedly classic story.

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The life of staff: Toast at the Park Theatre

Saturday 30th August 2014, matinée

Toast is, unsurprisingly enough, set in a bread factory in the seventies.  Well, the time is indeterminate, but we assume it’s the seventies based on the clothes and lack of health and safety compliance.  A group of workers are struggling on in a run-down factory in Hull, knowing the company that owns it has just bought a newer place in Bradford, and as they say, you don’t keep your old car just because it’s still running.  They know they are living on borrowed time, and when the ovens break down in the middle of a Sunday night shift, with a massive order due, we find out just how far they will go to keep the factory running and save their jobs.

The set is lovingly crafted by James Turner to bring to life the most gloriously unhygienic canteen you might ever wish to avoid.  A bucket next to the sink seems to be overflowing with indeterminate brown rubbish until the first character expertly flings his old teabag on top of the pile and we realise this is an oft-repeated ritual, with some of the team more successful in their aim than others.  The ubiquitous sign urging them to ‘keep the canteen clean’ is ignored with a vengeance.  Behind the visible set, sound designer Max Pappenheim has created a convincing soundscape which suggests the throb of the factory and the insatiable ovens it contains.

You couldn’t find a better qualified person to write this play – Richard Bean worked in a bread plant for a year and half, and later trained as an occupational psychologist.  We don’t know where he learned his craft as a playwright, but the result is a beautifully observed portrait of men at work, or rather the moments between work, as all the action takes place with various combinations of characters nipping in and out for their breaks.  The writing is full of the minutiae of everyday life, making the characters real and bringing out each man’s individual eccentricities.  Whether it’s Peter, mourning the loss of his Chicken Kiev when the ovens break down, being reunited with the burnt remains of it later in the play to everyone’s delight, or veteran bread mixer Nellie, contemplating his cheese sandwiches with growing distaste, eventually throwing away the bread and keeping the filling.  And as for former deckhand Dezzie’s explanation of why you should never eat fish paste, that’s better left to the imagination (clue – it’s to do with lonely fishermen).

Director Eleanor Rhode has assembled a fine cast of seven actors and keeps the action well-paced.  Matthew Kelly is riveting as Nellie, who has worked in the factory for over forty years and picks potatoes on his holidays.  The fruits of his labours are clearly visible on his clothes and you can almost feel the dermatitis eating away at him.  He takes monosyllabicism to a whole new level, and Kelly proves once and for all that it’s not the number of lines that matter, but what you do with them.  Matt Sutton as Peter puts forward a good case for the opposite view.  He bursts on to the stage talking, and never stops, and his efforts to engage Nellie in conversation are hilarious, ending up as an extremely animated conversation with himself, but beneath the vitality is a short fuse waiting to ignite.  As Cecil, Simon Greenall brings relentless cheerfulness as a character who comes to work for a break from his inattentive wife.  Even fishing is a pretence.  Delighting in the small pleasures of life (such as his nut-grabbing competition with Peter), he is nevertheless scared of losing his job, and Greenall brings this out touchingly as the real prospect of life permanently at home starts to sink in.  Steve Nicolson as Blakey and Will Barton as Colin are the ambitious duo of the company, who discover half way through that they are both vying for the same job in the Bradford factory.  Nicolson brings a reassuring solidity to Blakey, unflappable and straight-talking, popular with the men because they know where they are.  Will Barton is nicely supercilious as fifth-columnist shop steward Colin, who fancies himself as a bit of a Machiavelli.  Nobody likes him even when he’s giving out strike pay and the moment when he realises he has been ‘hoist by his own petard’ is a joy to watch. Finlay Robertson as likeable dimwit Dezzie capitalises on some of the funniest lines of the play, while John Wark is suitability menacing as mysterious ‘student’ Lance.

This is an extraordinary writing debut for Bean, and we are grateful to Snapdragon productions and the Park Theatre for reviving it.  The play is well-crafted and very funny, but there is a dark undercurrent to it all, and a weightiness as we glimpse the fear behind the banter, and the stakes are raised bit by bit.  This could be the story of Chernobyl, the apparently universal human weakness for hoping you can fix everything before management find out.

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Don’t mention the crusades: Holy Warriors at Shakespeare’s Globe

Sunday 10th August, 2014

You’d be hard pressed to find a more ambitious building project than Shakespeare’s Globe – lovingly researched and rebuilt using traditional craftspeople (with just a few concessions to modern fire regulations), this space is inviting and impressive.  We can’t believe we’ve waited so long to go, but when we heard about a new play, ‘Holy Warriors’, with an equally ambitious subject matter, this seemed an ideal opportunity.  It’s an epic journey through the crusades which promises to throw light on the modern Middle East – what could possibly go wrong?

The thrust of David Eldridge’s play is that if we fail to remember the past we are condemned to repeat it.  Thus we are urged to learn from history, although in this case the premise of the play seems to be that Richard I should accept a fair portion of the blame.  In a clever conceit, following his death and failure to capture Jerusalem, Richard is found in purgatory with his mother, and they while away the time by speculating on what might have been if he had taken some different decisions.  It seems there’s no escape from a mother’s ‘friendly’ guidance, even in death, but given she is the formidable Eleanor of Aquitaine (known by us chiefly from her appearance in James Goldman’s The Lion in Winter), what else can you expect?  There follows a re-run of events which ends again in stalemate, and Richard refuses to accept an offer to enter Jerusalem as a pilgrim rather than a conqueror.  Men are just too proud, Eleanor proclaims.

It is not for us to judge ‘Holy Warriors’ as a historical treatise, although to our untutored eyes it seems a little simplistic, but can we judge it as a drama?  The main problem is that there is very little drama to judge – the piece feels like a historical essay with ideas rather than dialogue put into the mouths of historical figures – too much talk and comparatively little action.  The plot was hard to follow with indigestible chunks of exposition and without visual cues and much existing knowledge of the subject we were struggling to stay engaged.  However, we wonder whether somebody with a thorough enough knowledge of the subject would gain much insight from the play.

However, we did find some of the choices clichéd, and spotted a few ‘sins’ which contravened our list of theatrical holy commandments:

*  Perhaps this will seem peevish given the title, but there was an over-emphasis on religion and Eldridge seems too keen to take the religious motivations of his characters at face value.  There was an awful lot of incense (quite a feat in an open-air theatre), and chanting on both sides, and we felt as though we were being presented with the trappings of religion and an ‘atmosphere’ of reverence without digging beneath the surface.

*  Use of modern dress out of context.  There was no need to dress King Richard and Saladin like modern desert warriors given the second part of the play is a fantasy sequence, and the visual impact does not add anything.  It promises insights it does not deliver, quite apart from being a well-worn cliché in productions of Shakespeare’s own history plays.

*  Cameo appearances by historical figures.  It would have been nice if Eldridge had resisted the temptation to neatly tie up the loose ends with speeches from both George Bushes and Tony Blair, even if George Bush Junior brought it on himself by referring a ‘crusade’ against terrorism following 9/11.  Moreover, including TE Lawrence and Golda Meyer as bit players in this play just goes to emphasis what an impossible task it would be to give a fair account of the last millenium of Middle Eastern Politics in a couple of hours.

The company does brilliantly well in bringing so many different groups of people and individual characters to life, and as Richard the I, John Hopkins really captures the easy arrogance of a King and makes a convincing miliary leader.  He is a man of action, not a thinker, and Hopkins draws us in to make this flawed character strangely likeable.  Alexander Siddig was an impressive Prince Feisal opposite Ralph Fiennes’ TE Lawrence in the TV film ‘A Dangerous Man: Lawrence After Arabia’, so it seems particularly fitting that he should take on Saladin at the Globe.  He brings a more ethereal presence to the stage, clearly a man of principle and a philosopher, although violence is never far from the surface.

‘Holy Warriors’ is billed as sweeping and kaleidoscopic, and we certainly can’t argue with that – but is a kaleidoscope the best instrument – unfocused and ever-shifting flashes of colour and light create spectacle, but not insight, and at times we felt as though we were witnessing a bizarre stage version of ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure’.  It is not enough simply to put these historical figures on the stage – they have to earn their place.

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Off the scent? Dogfight at the Southwark Playhouse

Saturday 9th August, 2014, matinée

Southwark Playhouse have built a solid reputation on bringing some unusual musicals to their intimate theatre and breathing new life into them – the highlight of last Summer being an amazing chamber production of ‘Titanic’.  A year later, almost to the day, we ventured out again for ‘Dogfight’, a new musical with music and lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul and book by Peter Duchan which premiered off-Broadway in 2012 to great acclaim.

Based on a 1991 film, the story follows a group of marines in 1963, enjoying their last night of freedom in San Francisco before shipping out to Vietnam.  They indulge in an (apparently) time-honoured tradition of pooling their cash for a party, with some prize money set aside for the man who brings the ugliest date, the dogfight of the title. Eddie charms waitress Rose into going along with him but immediately realises he has made a mistake.  When Rose finds out the real reason for their date and punches him in front of his friends he goes after her and convinces her to give him another chance.  A quirky night of romance ensues – but how will Eddie square this with the world of brutality which he is about to enter?

The story seems to be making a point about the way that the military takes young men and desensitises them in order to make them into efficient fighting machines, and their resulting inability to function in ‘civilised’ society.  The only way they seem to be able to enjoy themselves is by humiliating women, whether through the dogfight, or in a particularly disturbing scene in which they intimidate a prostitute into taking on one last client for the night because their friend doesn’t want to go to war a virgin. However, the hard-hitting message is undermined because the love story is so hopelessly sentimental – Rose is innocent and overly impressed with Eddie, and Eddie is weak, finding his identity with the pack, all bluster but with no real depth of character.  The implication seems to be that love conquers all, a disappointing response to such a complex situation, especially as it seems to be the female side of the partnership supplying most of the love.

There are many enjoyable moments along the way, however, and Pasek and Paul fill out the story with a series of strong musical numbers.  Starting with the melodious ‘Take me back’, sung by a guitar-strumming Rose as she sets the scene for the action, the energy is soon ramped up with ‘Some Kind of Time’/’Hey Good Lookin’, where the lads make their plans for the night and begin looking for their dates.  ‘Hometown hero’s Ticker Tape Parade’ is particularly powerful as the lads fantasise about the glory that will await them on their return, in stark contrast to the subsequent hostility that many Vietnam veterans received.  There is plenty of humour and the banter between the marines is well-written and plausibly conveys the laddish hot-house of the military.  There are touching duets too, such as Eddie and Rose’s ‘Come to a Party’ and ‘First Date/Last Night’, and Rose has some strong ballads, such as ‘Pretty Funny’, where she tries to come to terms with the disappointment of being invited out on a false promise.  The title song ‘Dogfight’, when Macy reveals the true nature of the ‘party’, and a scorching critique of men in general, forms a fitting centrepiece for the first act.

The standard of acting and ensemble work was excellent all round, the cast were focussed and the energy was high.  Rebecca Trehearn brought an assured caustic wit to the hard-nosed prostitute Macy, and a powerful vocal delivery of the song ‘Dogfight’. Cellen Chugg Jones as Boland epitomised the unquestioning ‘perfect soldier’ that Eddie seems to be trying to emulate – confident, brutal and uncompromising when it comes to the ‘brotherhood’ of the squad.  As Bernstein, the bespectacled and virginal soldier, a character that seems to be de rigueur for any war movie, Nicholas Corre hits exactly the right note of naivety and testosterone fueled ambition.  Jamie Muscato brings an easy charm to the role of Eddie (perhaps a bit too easy given the character’s insecurities) and brings a light touch and humour to the scenes with Rose.  As Rose, Laura Jane Matthewson has a sweet voice which soars beautifully above the action and portrays an inner strength beyond her years which makes her earlier humiliation seem trivial.

Overall this was a quality production, but was the material worthy of it?  Ultimately, we are not sure if the music really explores the emotions, issues and relationships deeply enough.  Given the clichéd nature of the story, would it be possible to bring a new angle through music alone?  Maybe, but not in this case, entertaining and beautifully written though many of the numbers are.

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‘Til the clouds roll by: An Evening of silver linings with Jerome Kern at the Royal Academy of Music

Saturday 28th June 2014

If you think singing on stage is scary, try doing it in a room with no mike, no production values and nowhere to hide.  This is the challenge that faces Musical Theatre students from the Royal Academy of Music, performing in a cabaret show as part of their end of year showcase.  This year Director George Hall has chosen the songs of Jerome Kern as the theme of the show, and just in case we might think that’s a bit limiting, we were reminded that he did write 700 songs.  Vivian Ellis reports that she met him at a time when her own publishers were complaining how uncommercial she was.  Kern’s advice? – “Go on being uncommercial – there’s a lot of money in it”.

Never was a truer word spoken.  Most of these songs were new to us, but Hall has obviously taken a lot of trouble to find a wide range of characters and subjects to keep his students busy.  Yvette Ling kicks off the action with the delightful ‘How’d you like to spoon with me?’, showing a lightness of touch and cheeky confidence.  Hot on her heels is Kim Anderson, singing ‘Cleopatterer’, bringing just the right amount of brassiness and comedic style.  She also makes up a nice double act with David Leo in the hilarious ‘Up with the lark’, about a person accidentally getting up early and vowing never to do it again.  Boris Alexander was particularly impressive and got the chance to show his versatility, first in the duet ‘When we get our divorce’ with Lara de Belder, then in a storming rendition of ‘Old Man River’, and going from the sublime to the ridiculous, leading the lighthearted group number ‘Never marry a girl with cold feet’.  Amie Miller, who had already showed off her dancing talents in A Man of No Importance is captivating – her song ‘Rolled Into One’, an apology for keeping several men on the go until she can find one who has all the right qualities, is beautifully delivered and we would forgive her any amount of philandering.  Dalia Fadel brings a darker note of sophistication to the ballad ‘Why was I born?’.  Richard Brindley has a great time with the caustic wit of ‘Tulip time in Sing Sing’, a song which is definitely as bizarre as it sounds. Sarah Mossman powerfully and wittily delivers ‘Billy’s a liar’ with the barely contained outrage of a wronged wife.

Sadly, this performance, along with ‘A Man of No Importance’ and Little Women, has a necessarily short run, but there’s always next year.  And to keep us going in the meantime there is a twentieth anniversary celebration on the 30th November at the Prince Edward Theatre – see Curtain Upon the RAM website for more details.

 

 

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Big Heart: Little Women at the Royal Academy of Music

Sunday 29th June 2014, matinée

Little Women is so iconic that even if you haven’t read the book or seen one of the many films or adaptations, you’ll feel as though you have.  This is a generous helping of warm-hearted sentimentality as American as blueberry pie.  A semi-autobiographical novel based on Louisa May Alcott’s own childhood experiences and early career as a writer, the story centres around the four March sisters and their life in Concord, Massachusetts during the civil war.  Each follows a distinct journey and ultimately their story is captured by Jo, the author who starts out writing sensationalist ‘blood and guts’ stories for money, before discovering that her own story is just as valid.

The material lends itself very well to the musical treatment, with book by Allan Knee, Music by Jason Howland and Lyrics by Mindi Dickstein.  The music allows a shortcut to emotion without falling into cliché, and there are plenty of colourful characters, fantasy sequences telling Jo’s stories, and of course the closeness and conflict that goes with the intimate and domestic story of four sisters.  ‘Little Women’ has also proved an excellent choice for the Royal Academy of Music  to show off the talents of its Musical Theatre students, particularly the female ones for whom juicy roles can be hard to come by.

Susanna Squires perfectly captures Jo’s drive and boundless energy – ‘Give me a task to do’ she cries whenever she is feeling restless. We get a sense of her emotional depth as she is put severely to the test, watching everything she cares about threaten to fall apart.  Her vocals are powerful, and her songs form an emotional centre for the action, whether conveying the youthful indignation of a young author receiving constructive criticism for the first time in ‘Better’, full of ambition in ‘Astonishing’, or finally finding her metier in an unexpected place in ‘The Fire Within me’.  As the eldest sister Meg, Dalia Fadel is a more serious and calming influence, shyer and more modest in her ambitions, but romantic nevertheless.  She brings out the comedy beautifully when she falls (literally) head over heels in love with Matt McGoldrick’s charmingly gawky John Brooks.  As Amy, Bridget Costello has the tricky task of encapsulating the eternal predicament of the youngest sister – a bit of a spoilt brat who is babied by the others, afflicted with the dreaded ‘hand-me-down’ syndrome, and feeling out of place and ignored.  Her transformation from naughty child to sophisticated woman (albeit still unashamedly materialistic) is nicely played out.  Claire Harbourne as Beth conveys the sweetness and fragility of the shyest sister Beth, and her ethereally beautiful vocals bring warmth and sadness to the action whether she is effortlessly coaxing Laurie’s grumpy grandfather Mr Laurence (a very convincing Simon Ward) in ‘Off to Massachusetts’ or gently breaking her earthly bonds with her beloved sister Jo in ‘Some Things are Meant to Be’.  Josh Maddison has a ball as Laurie, delivering a tour de force of charm and shallowness as the ‘eligible’ rich neighbour who should be the perfect catch for at least one of the sisters – but who will it be?  Endlessly enthusiastic and always ready with an optimistic exhortation, his signature number says it all – ‘Take a chance on me’ (no, not that one!).  Stephanie Lyse as Marmee conveys the mature wisdom of a mother of four girls without fuss, calmly allowing them just enough freedom before stepping in to adjudicate.  We see her vulnerable side in her song ‘Here Alone’ as she tries to write to her absent husband and wonders how she will cope.

It is always refreshing to visit these end of year shows, and to feel optimistic again about the future of Musical Theatre.  It is a joy to see a show like this with such a talented cast, skilfully brought together under Paul Warwick Griffin’s direction, and sounding fantastic thanks to Musical Director Bjorn Dobbelaere.  We can’t imagine this show being given a better production on the professional stage (hardly surprising given the extensive professional credits of the directors!), and we look forward to seeing some of these familiar faces again in the future.

 

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