REVIEW: The Barber of Seville

Rating: 4 out of 5.

This production transports a tale of love and deception from the cobbled streets of Seville to the dusty plains of the late 1800s American frontier

In an uproarious fusion of Rossini’s classic opera and Wild West antics, Charles Court Opera’s rendition of “The Barber of Seville” at Wilton’s Music Hall is a rollicking good time. Directed by the irrepressible John Savournin, this production transports the tale of love and deception from the cobbled streets of Seville to the dusty plains of the late 1800s American frontier, infusing it with a generous dose of English wit and charm.

Gone are the sombre tones of traditional opera; instead, audiences are treated to a riotous spectacle reminiscent of Monty Python meets a spaghetti western. David Eaton’s clever English translation of the libretto injects fresh energy into the narrative, with rhymes and quips that keep the laughter rolling. From Figaro’s entrepreneurial endeavours to Almaviva’s romantic gambits, every moment crackles with comedic fervour.

The intimate confines of Wilton’s Music Hall provide the perfect backdrop for this high-energy romp. The cast, led by the dynamic Joseph Doody and Samantha Price as the star-crossed lovers, deliver performances brimming with infectious enthusiasm. Meriel Cunningham shines as Rosina, infusing the role with a delightful blend of humour and heart.

Under Eaton’s skilful piano accompaniment, Rossini’s timeless melodies soar, capturing the essence of the original score while embracing the stripped-back charm of the venue. Each aria and ensemble number is a showcase of vocal prowess and comedic timing, ensuring that laughter mingles seamlessly with the music.

Savournin’s direction strikes a perfect balance between slapstick antics and heartfelt emotion, ensuring that the opera’s underlying themes of love and redemption remain at the forefront. 

The brilliance of this production lies not only in its inventive setting but also in the stellar performances of its cast. Joseph Doody and Samantha Price bring charisma and charm to their roles as the lovestruck Almaviva and Rosina, navigating the twists and turns of their romance with aplomb. Their chemistry is palpable, infusing each scene with a sense of joy and longing.

Jonathan Eyers commands the stage as the resourceful Figaro, his baritone voice resonating with authority and mischief. Whether he’s concocting elaborate schemes or charming his way out of trouble, Eyers’ portrayal is both captivating and endearing.

Hugo Herman-Wilson delivers a memorable performance as the villainous Basilio, his booming bass-baritone voice instilling fear and laughter in equal measure. His portrayal of the scheming bartender adds depth and complexity to the production, elevating it beyond mere farce.

But perhaps the true star of the show is David Eaton’s ingenious English translation of the libretto. Witty and irreverent, his lyrics breathe new life into Rossini’s masterpiece, transforming it into a rollicking comedy for the ages. From pun-filled duets to tongue-twisting trios, Eaton’s wordplay delights and surprises at every turn, earning thunderous applause from the audience.

With its unforgettable performances, inventive staging, and infectious energy, this production is sure to leave a lasting impression on audiences of all ages. So, grab your Stetson and saddle up for a wild ride through the Wild West – you won’t want to miss it!

REVIEW: New York City Ballet

Rating: 5 out of 5.

A thrilling exploration of ballet’s evolution, marrying the rich heritage of George Balanchine with the fresh perspectives of contemporary choreographers

The New York City Ballet’s long-awaited return to Saddler’s Wells is a testament to its enduring legacy, combining classical roots with a contemporary twist. In their 75th-anniversary season, the company, under the direction of Jonathan Stafford, showcases a dynamic quadruple bill that effortlessly marries tradition and innovation.

Justin Peck’s “Rotunda,” set to Nico Muhly’s vibrant composition, unveils a neoclassical marvel where dancers in practice gear execute intricate moves with inbuilt speed and finesse. The undramatic feel captures the essence of daily work, creating a delightful slipstream that keeps the audience captivated.

Pam Tanowitz’s “Gustave Le Grey No 1” steals the spotlight with Reid Bartelme and Harriet Jung’s ingenious scarlet costumes that twist and blur the dancer’s shapes. As the dancers navigate Tanowitz’s ultra-specific steps, the performance takes an absurd turn, pushing a grand piano across the stage while still enveloped in Caroline Shaw’s blurred yet enchanting composition.

Kyle Abraham’s “Love Letter (on shuffle)” adds an electrifying dimension to the evening, fusing James Blake’s rhythms with a wide ranging ballet vocabulary. Taylor Stanley, a natural conduit for Abraham’s style, delivers arresting solos and a charged pas de deux with Jules Mabie, showcasing the evolution of ballet into the 21st century.

The programme’s heart lies in George Balanchine’s timeless “Duo Concertant,” a sublime duet for Megan Fairchild and Anthony Huxley, accompanied by live musicians Elaine Chelton and Kurt Nikkanen. This piece beautifully encapsulates the essence of NYCB’s legacy while embracing the future.

The New York City Ballet’s performance is a thrilling exploration of ballet’s evolution, marrying the rich heritage of Balanchine with the fresh perspectives of contemporary choreographers. The juxtaposition of classic and modern works showcases the company’s versatility and commitment to pushing the boundaries of this timeless art form.

REVIEW: A Star Next To The Moon


Rating: 3 out of 5.

A complex and challenging addition to the world of opera


“A Star Next to the Moon” emerges as a transcendent opera, a testament to the nearly two-decade labour of composer Stephen McNeff and the Guildhall School of Music and Drama’s commitment to presenting innovative works. In its world premiere as part of the spring season, this opera unveils a haunting tale of a son’s journey to a ghost town, Comala, seeking his enigmatic father, Pedro Páramo, based on Juan Rulfo’s award-winning novel.

McNeff’s score, a chromatic collage of modern musical elements and traditional nuances, proves to be a challenging yet rewarding experience. The orchestral gestures, punctuated by a mesmerizing harpsichord solo and unforgettable melodies, showcase the composer’s prowess. The opera is thoughtfully divided into two sections by librettist Aoife Mannix – Juan’s quest through Comala and the town’s collective memory of Pedro’s life. While Mannix’s libretto is musical, it occasionally leans towards repetitiveness, especially in the first act.

Under the baton of Dominic Wheeler, the Guildhall orchestra delivers McNeff’s score with precision and beauty. Anna Reid’s stage design, capturing the essence of a dust-ridden South American ghost town, complements the bleak realism of the narrative. The residents, clad in black, move through the petrified dwellings, creating a stark visual representation of the dissatisfied memories haunting Comala. The set becomes a character in itself, a canvas on which the haunting story unfolds.

Jacob Harrison’s portrayal of Pedro Páramo is compelling, displaying a conniving charisma with a fine baritone. Emyr Lloyd Jones as Fulgor and Holly Brown as Susana San Juan deliver powerful and memorable performances, standing out even in ensemble moments.

The chorus, with excellent timing and character, sweeps through the disparate choral pieces. Some male choristers switch into falsetto during scenes, but this never feels forced. The ensemble adds another layer to the operatic experience, embodying the ghostly memories that populate the town of Comala.

Despite its sombre tone and lack of light-hearted moments, “A Star Next to the Moon” unveils a depth and quality worth exploring. The opera’s exploration of the cloying inescapability of despotism and the compression of time makes it a thought-provoking experience. While the plot may be challenging to follow, the captivating music, exquisite orchestration, and standout performances make it an opera that invites repeated exploration, much like the novel it is based on.

In the hands of director Martin Lloyd-Evans, the staging successfully captures the essence of Rulfo’s ghost town. The dust-ridden, bleak South American setting is a stark backdrop against which the characters navigate their dissatisfying memories and unearth the buried secrets of Pedro Páramo. The choice to depict the town as ossified dwellings adds a layer of metaphorical weight, emphasizing the stagnation and unresolved issues haunting Comala.

“A Star Next to the Moon” stands as a commendable addition to the world of opera. While it may not be a sunshine-filled, laugh-a-minute experience, its sombre tone and haunting narrative offer a unique and thought-provoking journey. 

REVIEW: The Last Show Before We Die

Rating: 4 out of 5.

An exhilarating journey through the complexities of endings, relationships, and the dance between life and death

The Last Show Before We Die at the Yard Theatre is an exhilarating journey through the complexities of endings, relationships, and the dance between life and death. Ell Potter and Mary Higgins, creators, performers, and real-life housemates, bring an unapologetically bold and strange energy to the stage, creating a visceral experience that blurs the lines between the personal and the universal.

The show opens with a daring portrayal of death, as Potter and Higgins, clad only in torn stockings, convulse on the floor to deafening dance music. It’s a risky start that sets the tone for what follows – a rollercoaster of emotions, absurdity, and genuine connection. The duo’s commitment to the unconventional is evident, and while the opening may initially alienate some, it serves as a deliberate ruse, inviting the audience to step into a world that is both messy and satisfyingly original.

Directed by Sammy J Glover and featuring movement by Ted Rogers, the production skilfully weaves verbatim interviews into a tapestry of stories about loss and the inevitable end. The audacity with which Potter and Higgins incorporate other people’s narratives into their own is a testament to their evolution as artists. Voices become percussion, emotions translate into dance, and the world tilts on its axis, making the performance a captivating exploration of the human experience.

For a show centred on endings and death, The Last Show Before We Die is paradoxically alive and vibrant. The performers, stripped down both physically and emotionally, embody the essence of a partnership on the brink. Monologues overlap, symbolising the familiarity that comes with shared history, and the audience witnesses bodies entangled, reluctant to untangle and stand apart. The weight of their love crackles in the air, creating a poignant atmosphere that lingers long after the final curtain.

The show’s multiple dichotomies – hilarious yet moving, bizarre yet relatable, rigorous yet chaotic – make it an eccentric treat. Interpretative dance is utilised to great effect, especially in the strange ballet of co-dependence and desire.

While the acoustics may occasionally hinder the clarity of pre-recorded interviews, the overall talent and intellect of the team shine through. The final image of Higgins and Potter, grinning and dancing separately but in unison, set to the beat of “Rip It Up,” encapsulates the essence of the show – a joyful, hopeful, and oddly affecting dance of death, life, and everything in between. The Last Show Before We Die is undeniably an eccentric treat that invites the audience to embrace the wildness of existence and the beauty found in saying goodbye.

REVIEW: Brenda’s Got A Baby


Rating: 3 out of 5.

A Rollercoaster of Laughter, Chaos, and Surprising Twists

Brenda’s Got A Baby at the New Diorama Theatre is a wild ride that keeps the audience guessing, but not always in the best way. A mix of comedic chaos and serious societal issues, Jessica Hagan’s play, unfortunately, struggles to find a clear identity, much like its protagonist, Ama.

The play kicks off with Ama, played with magnetic energy by Anita-Joy Uwajeh, expressing her desire for motherhood before hitting the big 3-0. The first half, however, feels like a meandering journey through Ama’s relationships and comparisons with her seemingly perfect sister. The crux of the play only begins to emerge after the intermission, leaving the audience wondering why it took so long to reach this point.

Under the direction of Anastasia Osei-Kuffour, the performances are a mix of big, broad, and at times, goofy. The characters, despite their quirks, lack depth, and the transitions between scenes feel detached. The set, designed by TK Hay, adds to the confusion with its rainbow-painted, adult creche appearance that doesn’t quite align with the unfolding drama.

The play attempts to tackle significant issues, such as the Black sperm donor shortage and the challenges faced by black women in the healthcare system, but these themes feel glazed over rather than explored. The scattered delivery of statistics and sudden serious moments disrupt the overall flow, leaving the audience somewhat disoriented.

On the positive side, the performances are enjoyable, with Uwajeh stealing the spotlight with her bouncy, gesturing portrayal of Ama. The supporting cast, including Jahmila Heath and Edward Kagutuzi, bring their characters to life, even if the material they work with is chaotic.

Brenda’s Got A Baby is a departure from Hagan’s previous works, notably “Queens of Sheba,” and while credit is due for trying something different, the play’s identity crisis remains a stumbling block. The unexpected twists and soapy elements provide moments of entertainment, and Michelle Asante’s portrayal of Ama’s mother adds a much-needed emotional core to the narrative.

Brenda’s Got A Baby is a mix of laughter, chaos, and some genuinely surprising twists. However, the play struggles to find its footing, leaving the audience with a sense of disconnection and a desire for more substance amidst the farce. Perhaps, like its protagonist, the play needs more time to develop and define its purpose.

REVIEW: Imposter 22

Rating: 3 out of 5.

A thought-provoking yet confused production

Imposter 22, a pioneering theatrical creation emerging from a five-year collaboration with learning-disabled and autistic artists at Access All Areas, challenges the conventional boundaries of stagecraft with its whodunnit narrative.

The performance commences with a captivating crime scene, replete with a lifeless body at its epicentre, immediately ensnaring the audience within its enigmatic storyline. Seven neurodivergent characters take the helm, tasked with reconstructing the events that precipitated this dramatic moment. Riddled with the fear that their version of events might be met with incredulity, they recruit the audience as their “normal” witnesses, setting the stage for an exploration of perception versus reality.

Imposter 22 attempts to dismantle societal stereotypes and challenges ableism, shedding light on how neurodivergent individuals navigate a world that often fails to comprehend them. The characters’ desperate endeavour to re-enact events, grounded in the belief that “something only happened if a ‘normal’ saw it,” offers insights into their struggles and perspectives.

While the concept is undoubtedly innovative, the execution encounters hurdles. The plot, while promising, appears underdeveloped, occasionally leaving the audience perplexed regarding character motivations and the unfolding narrative. The play’s meta-theatrical cleverness, although intriguing, fails to seamlessly meld into a coherent whole, prompting a desire for more clarity and depth.

Nevertheless, Imposter 22 manages to shine in select moments, particularly when delving into genuine emotions and experiences. Stephanie Newman’s rendition of Rose, coupled with her intense interaction with Joe, delivers a blend of raw emotion and bawdy humour. Housni Hassan delivers a compelling performance as Kev, plumbing the depths of despair, while Cian Binchy’s portrayal of Jake, replete with cynicism and tetchiness, enriches the character dynamics.

Imposter 22 marks a substantial progress in broadening the array of voices on the theatrical stage. Imposter 22, while not fully realising its potential, serves as a noteworthy stride towards enhancing arts access and representation, spotlighting the profound capacity of theatre to cultivate empathy and understanding.

In summary, Imposter 22 offers a distinctive and thought-provoking theatrical experience that questions societal norms, particularly in the realms of neurodiversity and ableism. Despite its challenges with plot cohesion and pacing, it serves as a crucial reminder of the significance of diverse voices in the arts and the need to challenge societal stereotypes.

REVIEW: Ben Target: LORENZO

Rating: 5 out of 5.

 
A wistful and whimsical dance through life

In a show that primarily deals with the trauma of providing end of life palliative care to a loved one, Ben Target manages to weave hysteric laughter throughout. This auto-biographical piece muses almost carelessly between themes of family, legacy, life and love whilst gently breaking our hearts before scooping us back up with a laugh. As he likes to keep lamenting, Target was a comedian once awarded best fringe newcomer after all.

The show takes places across multiple timelines with each beautifully woven together. One being Target’s childhood and connection to his silly and carefree adopted uncle Lorenzo, the Hong Kong fugitive and only adult with which he felt safe. Another is set during 2020, Target has moved in with Lorenzo to care for him since suffering a stroke. It is here we watch the two battling with Lorenzo’s failing body, which in turn drives a wedge between the once close relatives, family is who chose not who you’re born with. The final timeline is Target in present day, wrestling with the desire to share this story but also keep it light.

Tom Hartshorne’s set is stunning and adds yet another gleeful layer to the production. It’s many nooks and crannies forever delighting and overscoring what could be deeply upsetting moments.

This is a show that could have been bogged down in mire, yet instead is a celebration of what matters in life, the things you do, and the people you choose to surround yourself with.

REVIEW: All of It

Rating: 4 out of 5.

A captivating triumph of extraordinary storytelling

In a mesmerising triumph of storytelling, All of It at the Royal Court captivates audiences with its fearless exploration of the human experience. Alistair McDowall’s poetic triptych, directed by Vicky Featherstone and Sam Pritchard, weaves together themes as vast as love, family, mortality, and memory in a production that is both intimate and theatrical.

The trilogy opens with “Northleigh, 1940”, an intriguing tale set against the backdrop of war. McDowall expertly merges Greek tragedy with the poignant emotions of wartime grief, while Merle Hensel’s worn and weathered set design provides a visually evocative stage for the narrative to unfold. The plot weaves together the tale of a woman and her father, both grieving the loss of the woman’s mother as war encompasses their lives.

Directed by Vicky Featherstone and Sam Pritchard, “In Stereo” initially delves into familiar territory before descending into the surreal. Kate O’Flynn’s portrayal of a lonely woman consumed by a growing damp patch on her bedroom wallpaper takes on an eerie quality as she encounters multiple versions of herself. McDowall explores the fractured psyche and the way our identities are absorbed into the spaces we inhabit, leaving an emotional stain on the material world. Melanie Wilson’s disorienting sound design and Elliot Griggs’ atmospheric lighting add layers of depth to the production.

The centrepiece of the trilogy, “All of It,” showcases McDowall’s genius. In a rapid-fire race through a woman’s entire life, O’Flynn’s performance is nothing short of extraordinary. From the fierce curiosity of childhood to the grinding routine of adulthood, O’Flynn captures the essence of each stage with impeccable precision. McDowall’s writing blends the mundane with moments of profound introspection, eliciting laughter and provoking poignant reflection in equal measure. In a mere 45 minutes, All of It manages to encompass a lifetime of experiences, leaving the audience breathless and deeply moved.

All of It at the Royal Court is a remarkable production that pushes the boundaries of theater, immersing audiences in a world where ordinary lives intertwine with the extraordinary. McDowall unearths the profound from the everyday but this trilogy of plays is truly elevated by the exceptional performances of Kate O’Flynn. 

REVIEW: Mustard

Rating: 3 out of 5.

A condiment fuelled exploration of grief and self loathing

Mustard is an extraordinary theatrical experience that takes audiences on a captivating journey through the depths of heartbreak and obsession. Eva O’Connor delivers a powerful and intense performance, infusing the production with a condiment-fuelled narrative that lingers in the minds of spectators.

O’Connor embodies the character of E, a young Irish woman grappling with a sense of loss and finding herself engulfed by unsympathetic men who undermine her self-worth. As E’s story unfolds, O’Connor skillfully readies the stage while simultaneously immersing herself in the performance. The jars filled with stinging yellow mustard are meticulously opened, their contents poured into a paddling pool, symbolizing E’s unconventional coping mechanism. Mustard becomes both her addiction and a representation of her grief and anxiety.

Under the direction of Hildegard Ryan, O’Connor’s performance exudes strength and confidence. The narrative transitions between vibrant scenes of pulsating nightclubs and empty beds. O’Connor’s descriptive language is both visceral and poetic, evoking a rich tapestry of emotions but can at times feel labored.

As O’Connor wipes away the remnants of the yellow mustard from her arms and stomach, the story concludes with a clean resolution. While Mustard showcases a captivating solo performance, there remains a sense that the production could have delved even deeper into its own tanginess and strangeness.

Mustard offers a captivating and thought-provoking theatrical experience. Eva O’Connor’s powerful portrayal, combined with the symbolic use of mustard, creates a vivid exploration of heartbreak and obsession. By embracing its own eccentricity and delving further into the depths of its narrative, Mustard has the potential to unleash an even more impactful and lasting impression on its audience.

REVIEW: Vardy v Rooney: The Wagatha Christie Trial

Rating: 2 out of 5.

A courtroom drama in desperate need of extra time.

Way back in 2019, Coleen Rooney started the fire that was Vardy v Rooney when she pointed the finger at Rebekah Vardy for leaking her private Instagram posts to the tabloids. Spreading like wildfire, you’d have been hard-pressed to find someone not keeping up with the scandal. Sadly, what promised to be a riveting and crackling courtroom drama has well and truly sluiced any flame that was left, leaving this dramatization as a bedraggled and limp mess.

Treated as spectators to a sport, the trial is pulled apart in front of our eyes; every ounce of promised comedy and fun from the sporting puns is tossed aside as the show attempts the plough through 7 days’ worth of trial in a matter of hours. Part of the show’s draw is its verbatim nature, but this only further hinders the show. Firstly, the resulting language is dry and unengaging, ultimately, we are watching a condensed court trial that needs to keep jumping from point to point in an attempt to cover everything required. Secondly, it splits the world of the play into two pieces, the trial and the pundit narrators that interrupt with simplified explanations of what has just occurred. The overall feeling is laborious, this does not feel like a show that is excited or looking forward to sharing its story. Rather, it weighs itself down and always feels the need to push to the next point for fear of not having enough time to properly deal with the trial.

Not all is lost though, Polly Sullivan’s set is tonally perfect. A tacky wonder full of plastic chairs, thin wooden veneers, and fake grass pitches. It is here our combatants do battle, with strong performances from both Laura Dos Santos (Coleen Rooney) and Lucy May Barker (Rebekah Vardy). Both manage to stay afloat within the legal quagmire, successfully building believable and complex performances throughout. Sadly, this is not the case for either lawyer, their only purpose is to score legal goal after legal goal, a process that soon begins to grate.

An uncomfortable sense of voyeurism purveys the performance. Accents are exaggerated in a bid to generate laughs; jokes are told to expose a lack of intelligence or knowledge. It feels as though we are to laugh at not just the situation, but the women whose lives are caught within it and for our entertainment we can laugh at their struggles.

Vardy v Rooney veers clear of taking a true stance on any of this. Maybe this is a production that highlights the pervasive and destructive role of social media in our lives, or potentially it is to deride those who do not appear to work for a living and air their grievances in public for any amount of exposure. What is clear is that it feels half baked, and through attempting to cover everything we get a lacklustre realisation of all.