8 Hotels review – Chichester Festival Theatre

3 star review

As the title suggests, playwright Nicholas Wright makes clever use of eight different hotel rooms as the background setting for this story about race, politics and relationships in mid-20th Century America.

At the heart of the drama, based on real events, is the love triangle between actors Paul Robeson (of Ol’ Man River fame), Uta Hagen and her husband Jose Ferrer while on a coast to coast theatre tour of Othello after a successful run in New York.

Robeson was the first black American to play the title role on Broadway – opposite Hagen’s Desdemona and Ferrer’s Iago.

This being 1940s America, it was unusual to have an actor of colour in a leading role playing to racially integrated audiences across the country.

8 Hotels opens in 1944 with a scene between Hagen (Emma Paetz), and Ferrer (Ben Curer) in which her challenge over his control of the marital finances hints at the faultlines in their relationship.

The focus then switches to Robeson (Tory Kittles), who has been given a room in the hotel that “doesn’t exist”. It transpires that the hotel has “never had a negro guest”. In an act of protest, the trio of actors decide to leave and find alternative accommodation.

The only other character in the play is Othello’s English director Margaret Webster (Pandora Colin) through whom we learn of Ferrer’s infidelities with another actress in the cast.

The next scene then establishes that Hagen and Robeson are themselves having a fully-fledged affair.

Amidst the racial inequality and infidelity on display, other interesting details to emerge concern Robeson’s own political leanings (at one point he speaks of the Soviet Union as “the land of the free”) and his admission that his “acting’s not too hot”. On more than one occasion we witness Hagen’s attempts to teach her leading man how to emote from the heart.

Paetz is excellent as Hagen, filling her character with genuine passion and anger. The sparks of sexual tension between Hagen and Robeson flicker brightly through almost every scene. (Wright notes in the programme that some of the events in the play are based on interviews with Uta Hagen conducted in the 1980s.)

There are strong performance too from Curer and Kittles, particularly in a tense scene where Robeson and Ferrer play chess – the game acting as a metaphor for their intense rivalry over Hagen.

The hotel room set, designed by Rob Howell, wonderfully evokes the decor of the era while the video projections that accompany each scene change give a great sense of both the changing locations and seismic shifts in the politics of the time.

Richard Eyre’s production feels strongest when it foregrounds its human relationships. Some of the play’s momentum is lost towards the end as the story jumps forward several years to examine the after effects of the McCarthy-ist communist witch-hunts, but this world premiere takes an engaging and original approach in its examination of a turbulent period of American history.

8 Hotels is at the Minerva Theatre, Chichester, until 24 August.

The Falcon’s Malteser review – The Vaults

3 star review

With the school holidays now under way, here’s a delightful detective caper that will help keep the kids the amused over the summer.

Adapted from the 1986 book by Anthony Horowitz (creator of the Alex Rider series amongst many others), this lively stage show follows the adventures of inept private investigator Tim Diamond (Matt Jopling) and his smart 13-year-old sibling Nick (Sian Eleanor Green) as they attempt to crack a case involving a box of Maltesers left in their care by a diminutive Mexican who is then murdered in his hotel room.

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Matt Jopling and Sian Eleanor Green in The Falcon’s Malteser (Photo: Geraint Lewis)

As they get closer to the heart of the mystery, the Diamond Brothers meet an array of  eccentric and dangerous characters, all of them played with energetic exuberance by Fergus Leathem and Samantha Sutherland.

Amid the foreign accents and frantic costume changes, there are some brilliant songs: my particular favourite being one set to the funky bass line of Sugar Hill Gang’s Rapper’s Delight. Genius.

It seems mean not to mention that Jopling – who plays the aforementioned bass line -later performs an Elvis-style number on a guitar while in handcuffs. Now that’s even more genius.

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Fergus Leathem, Matt Jopling, Sian Eleanor Green and Samantha Sutherland in The Falcon’s Malteser (Photo: Geraint Lewis)

Jopling and Green are immensely likeable as the crime-busting duo, while Leathem and Sutherland brilliantly bring to life the long list of supporting characters that includes Johnny Naples, The Fat Man, Lauren Bacardi and hitman Himmell (who owns a gun called Gott).

Directed by Lee Lyford, this pun-packed play’s 80 minutes flies by and leaves you wanting more. It’s another hit from Horowitz.

The Falcon’s Malteser is at The Vaults, near London’s Waterloo Station, until 25 August

 

 

 

 

 

The Night of the Iguana review – Noel Coward Theatre

4 star review

After last year’s triumphant Summer and Smoke, along comes another impressive Tennessee Williams revival to take up residence in the West End.

Clive Owen makes his return to the stage as the disgraced Reverend Shannon in this slow-burning drama set at a remote and run-down hotel in Mexico in 1940.

Dressed in a crumpled white linen suit, Owen’s Shannon is a dominating presence as soon as he appears on stage, talking incessantly, full of nervous energy and verging on a breakdown as a thunder storm brews in the skies above.

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Anna Gunn as Maxine Faulk (Photo: Brinkhoff/Moegenburg)

The hotel is run by the recently widowed Maxine Faulk (Anna Gunn), who wants Shannon for herself, despite his predeliction for underage girls. The atmosphere becomes highly charged at the arrival of impecunious artist Hannah Jelkes (Lia Williams) and her grandfather Nonno (Julian Glover), who she describes as “the world’s oldest living and practising poet”.

Both Gunn and Williams are stunningly good in their interactions with Owen’s Shannon. The sexual tension hangs in the air like a fine mist.

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Clive Owen and Lia Williams (Photo: Brinkhoff/Moegenburg)

At some three hours long, James Macdonald’s production lets the intricate emotional beats play out slowly, especially in the second half.

Special mention must go Rae Smith’s impressive set. The ramshackle hotel verandah is created in loving detail while above it towers a craggy rock face and arching palm trees.

The thunder storm, when it arrives, is a cracker. And, in case you were wondering, there really is an iguana.

The Night of the Iguana is at the Noel Coward Theatre until 28 September

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The Night of the Iguana (Photo: Brinkhoff/Moegenburg)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shannon is clearly a man with problems,

Macbeth review – Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre at Blenheim Palace

4 star review

This is pop-up Shakespeare on a grand scale.

In the grounds of Oxfordshire’s opulent Blenheim Palace, a replica Elizabethan theatre – inspired by London’s Rose Playhouse (1587) – has been constructed on the very route that Shakespeare is thought to have travelled from Stratford and London.

Macbeth is one of four plays being staged here over the summer (along with A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Richard III and Romeo and Juliet).

Directed by Damian Cruden, this is an atmospheric production with lively battle sequences, brutal murders and scary supernatural scenes. The witches’ skull masks are particularly nightmarish.

In the title role, Alex Avery gives a wonderful insight into Macbeth’s conflicted soul. This scene in which he thinks he sees Banquo’s ghost at the feast – during which he directly addresses several members of the audience in the “groundling” area – is particularly well done.

Suzy Cooper gives one of the most powerful performances of Lady Macbeth I can recall. Her wailed “all the perfumes of Arabia” speech – with the sky darkening overhead – is a wonderfully intense moment.

There’s strong support from Mark Peachey as Banquo and Paul Hawkyard as Macduff. Paul Stonehouse deserves as special mention for his amusing turn as the Porter. Christopher Marin’s percussion-rich score is superb too.

It always feels special to see Shakespeare being brought to life on the type of stage on which it was originally performed. With its lashings of Game of Thrones-style gore, Blenheim’s Macbeth is a bloody good show.

Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre at Blenheim Palace runs until 7 September

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat review – London Palladium

5 star review

What a journey this musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice has had. In 1967 it started life as a 15 minute pop cantata for a school choir in South Kensington. In 2019, and thousands of performances later, here it is back at the London Palladium – the same theatre where heart-throb Jason Donovan famously donned the multi-coloured coat in 1991.

Donovan is back too – this time as the Elvis-inspired Pharoah – while the role of Joseph goes to newcomer Jac Yarrow, who’s yet to finish drama school. Based on tonight, he doesn’t need to worry about his grades.

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Sheridan Smith as The Narrator (Photo: Tristram Kenton)

What’s striking about this no-expense-spared revival is what they’ve done with the Narrator. Sheridan Smith is a magnetic presence as she sings, dances, grins, gurns and laughs her way through multiple roles, including Joseph’s father Jacob (with a comical fake beard) and Potiphar’s wife. She’s clearly having a ball.

Directed with a huge sense of fun by Laurence Connor, the energy in this show is so palpable you could make a coat out of it.  Yarrow, who is blessed with a wonderfully clear singing voice, earned himself a standing ovation on opening night for his spine-tingling rendition of Close Every Door.

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Jason Donovan as Pharoah (Photo: Tristram Kenton)

Donovan arrives with a bang in Act Two onto an Ancient Egyptian set where the bling dial has been turned up to 11. Singing with a deep voice that seems to emanate from his golden boots, he pulls all the right moves during the rock’n’roll spectacle of Poor, Poor Pharoah/ Song of the King. The guitar-playing Egyptian god statues are a particular highlight.

There’s so much visual panache and whirling choreography that’s easy to miss some of the finer detail while you’re transfixed by events on the other side of the Palladium’s vast stage. It’s impossible, however, to miss the show’s brilliantly conceived camels. If I was kid, I’d want to ride one home.

Yarrow, who turned 21 last year, has arrived in the West End as a fully-formed star, and surely a glittering career lies ahead. But there’s no doubt who this production is really all about: it should be subtitled The Sheridan Show.

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is at the London Palladium until 8 September  

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The spectacular Egypt set by Morgan Large (Photo: Tristram Kenton)

 

 

 

 

 

The End of History review – Royal Court

3 star review

He may be best known these days for writing Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, but Jack Thorne’s new play about a pair of leftist activist parents and their offspring has a magic all of its own.

Directed by Thorne’s regular collaborator John Tiffany, the first act begins with Sal (Lesley Sharp) and David (David Morrissey) getting their three grown-up children – all named after socialist heroes – together for a meal at their home in Newbury in 1997.

Eldest son Carl (Sam Swainsbury) brings his posh girlfriend Harriet (Zoe Boyle) home to meet the family for the first time, super-bright student Polly (Kate O’Flynn) is back from Cambridge University, and youngest son Tom (Laurie Davidson) has been in trouble at school. It’s fair to say that the gathering doesn’t go smoothly.

After setting up the family dynamic in act one, we get to see how things play out in 2007 and then 2017.  To say more would spoil things, but it’s a journey that’s beautifully handled over the play’s interval-less one hour and 50 minutes.

Sharpe’s Sal is a joy to watch, whether she’s over-sharing with Polly about a new mattress (“We never have sex any more because we don’t want to damage the springs…”) or gabbling about Little Chefs while trying to make small talk with Harriet. She’s got great comic timing. Morrissey, meanwhile, gets to twist our emotions during a key speech in the third act.

The story raises interesting questions about privilege, inherited wealth and how different generations judge success over time. In Tiffany’s expert hands, the transitions between the decades become absorbing mini-sagas all of their own.

Those coming to the Jerwood Theatre Downstairs looking for an incisive commentary on British politics over the last thirty years are going to be disappointed. But those who want a wonderfully observed family drama about the changing – and often challenging – relationships between parents and children are in for a treat.

The End of History is at the Royal Court until 10 August

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rosmersholm review – Duke of York’s Theatre

5 star review

I finally managed to catch up with Rosmersholm in the final weeks of its West End run. I’m so glad I did. After so many five star reviews it’s always a risk that you go in with high expectations and come out disappointed. Not so with Ian Rickson’s wonderful production of this lesser-known Ibsen work.

With its themes of political polarisation, conflicted desire, and the destructive power of the press, this 1886 play – adapted by Duncan Macmillan – feels like it could have been written this year.  Yes, it’s wordy, but never dull.

The story opens in the ancestral home of John Rosmer, a year after the suicide of his wife. The house reeks of neglect and is spoken of as a place where no laughter is heard.

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Hayley Atwell and Tom Burke in Rosmersholm (Photo: Johan Persson)

Tom Burke is absolutely solid as Rosmer, a pastor who has turned his back on his faith, but the two standout performances come from Hayley Atwell as Rebecca West, the feminist friend of Rosmer’s late wife, and Giles Terera as Governer Kroll, Rosmer’s politically-motivated brother in law.

Atwell makes an instant impression as she sweeps into Rae Smith’s expansive set and insists on opening the windows and tearing down the dust sheets over the Rosmer family portraits. Neil Austin’s superb lighting design often makes scenes look like an oil painting come to life.

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Photo: Johan Persson

A later scene in which Kroll presents Rebecca with a series of shocking revelations about her past sees both Terera and Atwell on searing form. Rickson ends things with a set piece that reminded me of the jaw-dropping conclusion to Stephen Daldry’s production of An Inspector Calls.

I’ve been lucky enough to see some stunning Ibsens over the years such as Carrie Cracknell’s A Doll’s House at the Young Vic, and Matthew Warchus’s The Master Builder at the Old Vic.  What a delight to add this rarity to the collection.

Rosmersholm is at the Duke of York’s Theatre until 20 July

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hunt review – Almeida Theatre

3 star review

Halfway through The Hunt one of the characters, a man sharpening a large blade, sings sweetly: “Each town has its witch, each parish its troll…”

The subject of the witch hunt in this play by David Farr, based on Thomas Vinterberg’s 2012 Danish film Jagten, is Lucas (Tobias Menzies), a teacher falsely accused of sexual assault by six-year-old Clara, a girl in his class who is also the daughter of his best friend.

The resulting hysteria has a devastating effect not just on Lucas but on the tightly-knit community in northern Denmark where he lives.

This is a place where the men of the town are bonded by guns, beer drinking and midnight rituals in their hunting lodge in the forest. What could possibly go wrong?

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Photo: Marc Brenner

Es Devlin’s stark set has at its centre a brightly-lit glass shed that can switch from transparent to opaque. At times the masculinity is literally dripping off the walls.

Director Rupert Goold ramps up the atmosphere with the occasional appearance inside of a mythical stag-headed beast accompanied by Adam Cork’s thudding soundtrack.

The overall result is an intense but riveting two hours of Nordic Noir.

Menzies puts in a devastatingly powerful performance as we follow his harrowing journey from trusted school teacher to social pariah and suspected paedophile.

One niggle is why Lucas never denies the accusations early on – to either the school or Clara’s parents. I wanted to shout at the stage: “Just tell them what happened!” It’s an annoying plot device beloved of soap operas. But why here?

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Michele Austin as Hilde (Photo: Marc Brenner)

Other excellent support comes from Michele Austin as the school head Hilde and Poppy Miller and Justin Salinger as Clara’s parents Mikala and Theo. On the opening night Clara was played by Taya Tower, making an impressive stage debut.

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Taya Tower as Clara (Photo: Marc Brenner)

Goold lets things become a bit overwrought towards the end. I had trouble working out what was happening during a frantic scene with the townsfolk crammed in the church.

But this is theatre that leaves you stunned and breathless. Definitely one for those who like their Scandi drama on the dark side.

The Hunt is at the Almeida Theatre until 3 August

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Photo by Marc Brenner

Private Lives review – The Mill at Sonning

3 star review

With Present Laughter about to open at London’s Old Vic, here’s an opportunity to see one of the Noel Coward’s sparkling gems from the previous decade.

According to the programme notes for this production, Coward wrote Private Lives in four days during a bout of flu in Shanghai in 1930. I’m glad to report that the only coughing and spluttering at the Mill at Sonning is likely to be with laughter.

The story begins with two mismatched couples – Elyot and Sibyl Chase and Victor and Amanda Prynne – on their respective honeymoons in the same French hotel.

The big problem is that Elyot (Darrell Brockis) and Amanda (Eva Jane Willis) were previously married to each other and fate has put them in adjacent rooms.

Once the divorced pair set eyes on each other they realise they are still in love and instantly abandon their new partners to escape to Amanda’s flat in Paris (great set design by Michael Holt).

Willis is outstanding as the headstrong and glamorous Amanda. The sexual chemistry between her and Brockis’s caddish Elyot is spot on.

Coward’s insightful lines about marital politics and promiscuity seem timeless, but it does seem strange to hear the ex-partners reminiscing about the first time they hit each other.

Amanda and Elyot’s love-hate relationship is nicely handled in Act Two culminating in an expertly choreographed fight involving a gramophone record, a bunch of flowers and assorted cushions from the chaise longue.

There’s strong support too from the rejected spouses: Lydea Perkins as the “insipid” Sybil and Tom Berkeley as the straight-laced Victor.

Director Tam Williams makes inspired use of the musical talents of Celia Cruwys-Finnigan to create a suitably Gallic atmosphere with a selection of accordion songs that include cleverly reworked versions of Toxic and Tainted Love.

Noel Coward would surely have approved.

Private Lives is at The Mill at Sonning, Oxfordshire, until 3 August

Bitter Wheat review – Garrick Theatre

2 star review

One can only imagine how many lawyers were employed to go through David Mamet’s script for Bitter Wheat.

The American playwright’s much anticipated new work, coming in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein scandal and the #MeToo movement, casts John Malkovich as a monstrous Hollywood movie mogul named Barney Fein.

As the programme points out – next to a photo of a Malkovich in character gripping a golden statuette – this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to events or persons, living or dead, “is entirely coincidental”.

Malkovich is undeniably superb as the foul-mouthed Fein, who we first see trashing a writer’s screenplay while he lolls in a chair with one leg looped over the armrest. He’s instantly established as an abusive, manipulative maniac, with a colourful turn of phrase (and a golden table lamp that appears to be fashioned out of an AK-47). “The Writers’ Guild would drink a beaker of my own mucus if I asked them too,” Fein assures the hapless scribe who has threatened to report him.

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Photo: Manuel Harlan

While Malkovich dominates the proceedings, the most interesting character proves to be Doon Mackichan’s Sondra, Fein’s long-serving PA. She’s the one knows everything, and who has helped facilitate his behaviour. Mackichan invests her with the calmness and inner strength of someone who has had to adapt to survive. If only we could have seen more of her story.

Fein is at his most abhorrent in the scene in a hotel room where he creepily attempts to get a young Korean actress Yung Kim Li (Ioanna Kimbrook), to whom he has promised fame and fortune, to watch him shower and masturbate.

Yes, it’s uncomfortable to watch but what’s the play telling us that we don’t know already?

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Photo: Manuel Harlan

After the interval the story falls apart, (spoiler alert) much like Fein’s empire. Mamet, who also directs, lets the menace of the first half give way to the farcical sight of the heavily padded Malkovich rolling on his back unable to get up. A repeated joke about Fein’s mother quickly wears thin. Yung is given little to do and it feels like there could have been so much more to explore with the character of Sondra.

Bitter Wheat’s conclusion feels rushed and leaves a bitter taste. At least there’s no Hollywood ending.

Bitter Wheat is at the Garrick Theatre until 21 September

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