Throwback to my theatre trips in February 2018, including lots of swearing, the cultural highlights of Hull, spooky dolls and a delightful encounter with Post Office Ken… Who’s Post Office Ken, I hear you cry? Read on to find out… Continue reading “Throwback to February 2018”
Natasha Gordon’s superb Nine Night, on at Trafalgar Studios, is the first play by a black British female playwright to be produced in London’s West End. The first. Ever. It’s 2019, in case you forgot. About a fifth into the twenty first century. Theatre bigwigs constantly say that diversifying voices is a priority so it’s depressing to hear this. Especially when David Hare has his eight millionth play on… Continue reading “Nine Night / Trafalgar Studios”
This new version of Uncle Vanya at Hampstead Theatre was much funnier than expected, with director and adaptor Terry Johnson dialling up the humour and bringing a contemporary flavour to the dialogue. I’m pretty sure Anton Chekhov’s original production didn’t have Vanya petulantly snapping “Whatever!” like a stroppy teen… Continue reading “Uncle Vanya / Hampstead Theatre”
So, did Guys and Dolls at the Savoy Theatre deliver on its promise? Slick guys? Tick. Sassy dolls? Tick. Toe-tapping tunes? Tick. Exhilarating choreography? Tick. Joyous escapism? TICK. I love evenings when I leave the theatre on a giddy high and this show certainly qualified… Continue reading “Guys and Dolls”
Featuring a ruinous affair and political intrigue, director Roger Michell’s revival of Waste at the Lyttelton Theatre promised to be a stimulating evening. However, this austere production, although elegantly staged and featuring fine performances, never really ignited, remaining elusively chilly despite its tragic events. Continue reading “Waste”
Mr Foote’s Other Leg, transferred to the Theatre Royal Haymarket from its original home at the Hampstead Theatre, was something of a curiosity. Part 18th century theatrical romp, part meditation on mortality, part satire on celebrity, its frequently shifting focus made it a somewhat slippery production to pin down.
And yet!! It did feature Simon Russell Beale camping it up wildly in a variety of extravagant frocks, with a resplendent bosom and knowingly flirtatious pout, like a well-endowed ship’s figurehead. So there were considerable compensations… Continue reading “Mr Foote’s Other Leg”