REVIEW: Ruddigore: The Witch’s Curse


Rating: 4 out of 5.

 A fun and freaky production that succeeds in what it sets out to do.


To take on a Gilbert and Sullivan production as a student group in the medium-sized space of Bedlam Theatre is, at first glance, a big swing. EUSOG’s “Ruddigore” indeed is a big swing, and thankfully an enjoyable and mostly successful one.

Mostly every element in this production is working together like a well-oiled machine. This is an achievement worth stating in of itself: many Off-West End and West End productions struggle to balance their plates this well. What results is a nearly three-hour evening at the theatre that flies by with all the fun it’s having, as goes the adage. 

Though, some figures certainly deserve singling out. Choreography by Rachael Steel and Roisin Collins is impeccable. Huge ensemble sequences are kept unique enough to remember, while being thematically and aesthetically cogent. A clear standout dance number occurred during the Act 2 opening, in which an incredible Tango-Esque duo performance unraveled, as well as the Opening Act 1 mime-influenced episodes in which three players are murdered at some typewriters. Steel and Collins’ choreography remains interesting throughout, ever changing yet ever consistent.

Musical direction by Franky Leony-Murphy was also consistent and creatively decisive. A beautiful mixture of strings, flutes and appropriate synth created a Scooby Doo style atmosphere. This band sparsely missed a beat, keeping up a distinct performance from start to finish. Each song felt full and this aesthetic worked perfectly well for the piece at hand. Music often conducted the beginning and ending of scenes, in the best case creating a dynamic bookending, but occasionally creating blank spaces onstage while actors waited for cues. Still, these intersections were fun and well meaning enough to forgive.

Finally, design elements were well orchestrated, but occasionally failing. The set, led by Audrey Nicholls and Isla Duffy, was decisively minimal. Some gauze with embedded frames created a doorway for dramatic entrances and windows into alternate scenes. It was a gorgeous set. Yet, with props also being minimal, what resulted was a stage design that relied heavily on performer embodiment to bring the town of Ruddigore to life. Unfortunately, this wasn’t entirely effective; by the second half, it was certainly hard to tell what was happening where and when. In conjunction with tech elements that were at times subtle, flashy and affecting, and at others a little over-abundant, perhaps some further focus on visual design elements in the future will elevate this piece further.

The homogeneity of the cast was overwhelming. For Directors Lewis Eggeling and Bea Temmink to accomplish such a well organised collective performance is a huge feat. Some standout vocal performances came from lead Maia Jones and Nina Berbeck, both handling challenging pieces with ease. Standout acting came from Poppy Hunter and Natalie Rengger, who created an awfully impacting set of half-funny, half-creepy twins, and my personal highlight of the night, Julie Girardin’s performance, which was equal parts silly and technical. Girardin’s utterly unabrasive and effective characterization led to a comfortable presence on the stage, sharp sometimes and soft at others – a perfectly appropriate approach for the character of “Richard Dauntless”.

While incisive direction felt at times absent, with true characterization only being accomplished by a handful of cast members (and with comic beats being missed in the second half because of this), it is hard to feel too troubled by this. G&Ss are silly, melodramatic trope-parodies, and every performer quite agreed on that premise. What results is a seamless evening of theatre that, yes, has room to improve, but ultimately understood the assignment.

REVIEW: The Boy At The Back Of The Class


Rating: 3 out of 5.

An entertaining and educational piece of children’s theatre that struggles to adapt fully to the stage.


The Olivier Award nominated The Boy At The Back Of The Class has taken the festival theatre stage and, in some ways, offers a gentle incline into Imaginate Festival’s presence in Edinburgh. This new play offers a glimpse into the exciting future of children’s theatre. There is a lot to praise, a lot to be excited by, and a lot that in the end falls short. 

There are many qualities of The Boy At The Back Of The Class well worth raising up. Namely, that this is the exact kind of story needing to be told to young and receptive audiences in an era of misinformation. This can be a tired compliment (often only superficially adding to the criticism), but here it is true. Seemingly centralising the story of “Ahmet”, a young boy who joins a London school after fleeing Syria, this play takes on the mammoth task of educating (while entertaining) younger audiences on the current refugee climate. It succeeds, but not without stumbles. 

Firstly, this set design by Lily Arnold is impeccable. Utilising an open space, versatile props, P.E. climbing frames and a cubic neon border, this set is adaptable and transformative; it hasn’t been done this well since The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time. Performances are consistent and necessarily high energy, with a great wealth of comic performances (highlights being Abdul-Malik Janneh as “Michael” and Evie Weldon as “Clarissa”) and heart-felt performances (highlights being leads Serkan Avlik as “Ahmet” and Sasha Desouza-Willock as “Alexa”). Humorous moments and sharp choreography by movement director Kloé Dean, as well as a second half that reads Roald-Dahl-Esque, makes for a swell evening that is educational, visually impressive and entertaining for all ages. 

The Boy At The Back’s biggest downfall, however, is its structural ambition. The play’s second half is engaging and provocative. This is done through impressive commentary on the media and its role in political action (and how kids of all ages can ask the right questions), as well as surprising but poignant descriptions of immigration hurdles. This, combined with accelerating action and a Queen of England Ex Machina, makes for a second half that is equal parts moving and stimulating. Unfortunately, the first half doesn’t succeed in the same ways.

While we are informed that this is Ahmet’s story (including an Act One finale where Ahmet yells “Why doesn’t anyone understand me?” – the audience now understanding Ahmet for the first time), the first act centralises Alexa, who describes Ahmet as “The Boy At The Back Of The Class”. This, plus “lion eyes” descriptions that come off as dated orient-style rhetoric at best, leads the first act into a rambling, action-less nose dive. At times there is room for engaging discussions on the “Stop The Boats” epidemic. However, the script mostly resorts to an ill-fitting Matilda style villain for conflict and an “it’s okay to be different” message in order to cross the finish line, potentially diluting its point and punch.

The first act finale indicates a turning point. Yet, it doesn’t truly deliver on its promise: to tell Ahmet’s story, as opposed to the world around him defining him. What results is an important show, with inspiring political confidence, humour and energy, but one that has to employ less than suitable tactics in order to exist. The audience, filled with all ages that night, leant forward at its heavier sections. Kids are smart, and also evidently more hungry for genuine information than ever. That said, more trust in this adaptation’s core concepts in the future may elevate this play from educational and entertaining to utterly revolutionary.

REVIEW: Saxophone Dreams with Jess Gillam


Rating: 4 out of 5.

An enlightening evening of passionate musicians and contemporary pieces. 


It is very reassuring to see that seats are being filled due to current talent like Jess Gillam, Ben Glassberg and their orchestral group to celebrate and perform a range of contemporary work. Saxophone Dreams as part of the Scottish Chamber Orchestra’s New Dimensions concert series was an evening of equally educational and emotionally moving orchestral performance. 

The evening consisted of seven compositions, starting with Anna Clyne’s Sound and Fury. This was a fiery beginning to the evening, and an engaging listen. Like river rapids, the composition twisted, picking up and losing pace when needed. Off putting notes and frantic playing from strings and woodwind were the highlight of the piece, finalising with a quotation from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. This piece was a gentle introduction into the possibilities of contemporary composition, including script quotations, discordance sounds and pace changes. 

To follow was a shorter piece, Lyric for Strings by George Walker, which was a compact and multifaceted piece. Performed only by string instruments, where plucking is used to evoke percussion and sections of violin mimicked singing, this was an exhibit of what is possible through reduction and minimalism. Therefore, a fitting piece for the show’s introduction. 

Glassberg, the orchestra’s conductor, then illuminated the show’s programme: contemporary pieces, many of which inspired by Gillam’s playing and intended for her to play. Then, Gillam joins the Orchestra to perform Dani Howard’s Saxophone Concerto, arranged specifically for Gillam. What followed was a jaunty number that swelled over time, as the saxophone drove the orchestra and accelerated it toward a rise of strings and percussion, opening up into a vast landscape of noise. A fantastic end to the first half. 

After the intermission, the orchestra started with Entr’acte by Caroline Shaw, which was a delightfully discordant piece. The orchestra performed the piece with a growing ferocity, taking the song’s volume from soft to very loud. Musicians played like cars passing by. Strings attacked slowly, climbing into an entrance and then spattered out with distant plucking. Filled with silence, this was a discomforting and unpredictable piece, but was an exciting welcome back. 

After this, Jess Gillam rejoined to perform saxophone for The Celtic by Dave Heath and Rant! by John Harle. Starting with The Celtic, this piece contains three movements, with the third and final movement being particularly emotionally moving. The piece tells the story of bustling London life, then a deep yearning, then the beauty of Scotland and London coming together. Funnily enough, the saxophone section moves from disagreement, to agreement, to harmony with the orchestra from movement to movement. This was an extremely well composed piece, and a very personal one, which this orchestra brought to life beautifully. 

The evening concluded with Rant!, the most technical piece of the evening. Speaking briefly with Gillam after the show, she explained how there is always some anticipation leading up to the performance, much like performing a monologue in a piece of theatre. As for the piece itself, it was an ecstatic performance with apparent western influences. Gillam pulled her parts off with technical brilliance, and by the end the audience was on their feet.

With Gillam’s technical brilliance, Glassberg’s controlled conducting, and an orchestral group full of talented musicians, each with solos and moments to shine, this was a well-organised evening of contemporary work. Each song was placed in the right way, to introduce, move, celebrate and educate about the wealth of new work out there. 

Find more work by the Scottish Chamber Orchestra here: https://www.sco.org.uk/

REVIEW: The Importance of Being Earnest


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

“A beautiful and well-designed production that could do with a boost in energy and humour.”


When a classic play (or any text being adapted for that matter) has action revolving around mistaken or falsified identity, it begs a queer reading. ThinkComedy of Errors or Accidental Death of an Anarchist. Techniques of gender rearrangement are popular devices in the modern theatre. And EUTC’s The Importance of Being Earnest adds to that conversation.

Directed by El Mair, this is a beautiful production. Intricate fly systems elevate curtains that imitate windows and walls. These systems were complex but executed smoothly, revealing a delightful garden set once used. Bedlam Theatre offers a versatile space, so to have it utilised to such great effect is superb to see. The Set Team, led by Ava Tumblety and Tanya Molleson, should be very proud of their work. 

To accompany these transitions, a live band (led by Musical Director Jasper Fuller) plays string renditions of Say My Name and The Mystery of Love (from Call Me By Your Name, a piece of lo-fi queer cinema that may have offered some inspiration for this production). These musical accompaniments were well-arranged and well-executed, adding a smooth, lo-fi vibe to the bookending of each act. 

To top it off, Costume Design by Nhi Tran is absolutely exquisite. The pieces are time specific yet individualised enough to stand out and accompany the queered direction, including a repeated use of purple and yellow to indicate opposite factions that ultimately mix together in the end. This attention to detail through colour shows a deep understanding of the text. This was a true highlight of the show. 

Lighting Design by Aaron Rashid and Sound Design by Atalanta Lewis added a serviceable amount of atmosphere to the piece, but occasionally struggled to add moments with the same impact as these other elements. However, altogether, the design elements make for a delightfully peaceful atmosphere, which helped pace this nearly three-hour production. Still, it is hard to say whether or not this peaceful atmosphere is entirely effective for the text at hand. This query was particularly evident in the direction and performances.

Mair’s direction seems acutely aware of the potential for comedy within Wilde’s text (after all, one-liners and chaos are present throughout). This is evident in the gender swapped core cast, which makes room for humorous exaggerations of particular types within the social conscious. And while laughter certainly occurred due to this, it never reached the heights which Wilde’s text indicates. Characters never truly let loose, as so many scenes indicate they should, and they lack the emphasis necessary to carry such a speech-ridden text. They seem to be calmed-down versions of what we expect from this text. Perhaps this was intended to accompany the more lo-fi aesthetics of the production, but this doesn’t entirely compliment the dialogue and action. Instead, performances seem more focused on creating accurate RP accents and social gestures, while never truly exaggerating them to a point of comic effect. What results are characters that aren’t quite believable, but aren’t quite unbelievable so to speak. There are still standouts in the cast. Namely, Tai Remus Elliot as Cecily Cardew, who was capable of exaggerating and restraining their performance to great comedic effect at times. 

The core tenant of a text like this is unpredictability; Wilde’s plot revolves around a complex web of lies that mount overtime, yet it somehow works out in the end. Some more focus in the future on generating humorously unpredictable performances will push this production much further. 

In the end, this is a beautiful, engaging and occasionally funny production of a classic play, with room to improve.

The Importance of Being Earnest runs until 14th March. Tickets are available here.

REVIEW: What the Hell? An Incredible Improv Show


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

A lineup like this is too good to fail, and even when it does, it’s hilarious.


The Edinburgh International Improv Festival wrapped up on the 8th of March, and it did so with a handful group improv shows (an appropriate send off for a festival so community led). These shows had stacked line ups, including one of which A Young(ish) Perspective attended – What the Hell? An Incredible Improv Show

This show was made up of Amanda Breen, James Dwyer, Chris Gethard, Oscar Montoya, Aaron LaRoche, Monika Smith, Kimi Jackson and Lyndsey Frank. These comedians came up with a series of sometimes-connected sometimes-totally-tangential scenes prompted by audience stories that make one say “What the hell?”. A true range of talent on the stage that night led to an onslaught of bits, all flavoured with each comedian’s particularities. These were the most engaging moments of the night, as comedians figured out how to slalom around another comedian’s idea, add to it or knock it down. This was not combative; it was improv in collaboration. When each performer is equally as confident and talented as the next, it creates a sort of cascade of bits – which is certainly the best way to describe the show that night.

Two stories were conjoined together into one large tapestry of scenes, including dad advice, an ever-evolving tampon bit and an apparently offensive wedding attire salesman. After this, the group took one word and ran with it – “Hopscotch”. And while the scenes that followed were delightfully spiraling (at some point including a Goblin Avatar commune), Hopscotch didn’t wind up occurring. The initial attempt included a father-daughter disagreement about easter baskets, which one could see resulting someway in Hopscotch. But, as the final scenes evolved, the show wrapped up with callbacks instead. 

This is the only minor thing that brought the show down. The large, talented and multifaceted group may have broken up a level of synchronicity, leading to tenuous scene resolutions at times. However, this onstage talent was also the biggest strength. Amanda Breen, Monika Smith and Oscar Montoya were the most controlled of the troupe, managing to create clear set ups in their scenes, allowing for natural development, and also capable of playing a clear role in the scene to make room for laughter. Aaron LaRoche, Lyndsey Frank and James Dwyer were extremely bit-form that evening; these comedians would truncate or interrupt scenes in order to contribute their own bit of silliness, my favourite of which was each comedian separately developing the gun pointing bit. Kimi Jackson was an ace-in-the-hole, often taking on unexpected characters who were funny in mere expression, like an overexcited bridesmaid or a miscellaneous Swedish man. As an industry veteran, Chris Gethard was a standout. His expertise in the medium makes him extremely comfortable rambling on about Avatar to humorous effect. By the end of the evening, it was clear that other comedians were ribbing Gethard a little bit, as they continuously attempted to return him to an uncomfortable character. 

In the end, this was the show’s biggest advantage. Each comedian was skilled enough to create laughter, but it was also evident that the fun for the performers was in being able to catch each other out. Push a bit out or pull it back in. While the structural integrity is the only technical mark down, when you’re watching something as fun as this, it’s easy not to care about that. And if Improv can’t make someone care less, what can?

FEATURE: Edinburgh International Improv Festival 


Edinburgh International Improv Festival is upon us, and its opening may have shown just what other festivals are missing


On Thursday the 5th of March, The Edinburgh International Improv Festival commenced for the eighth-year running. Since 2019, EIIF has welcomed Improv Comedians from all over to the hazardous streets of Edinburgh. And the festival has a great deal of heart. Nowhere else is this heart more evident than at The First Beat.  

The First Beat signposts the beginning of the festival. And it was a fantastic kick-off. While posited as a show (and it partly was), it was ostensibly more of an opening ceremony, so the audience was filled with performers. I managed to talk with most of the acts that took the stage celebratorily across the night, each of whom shared a palpable sense of excitement and community, giving a great idea of what EIIF specifically brings to the table. 

Starting the night, The Breaks created a series of scenes from a single word suggestion. Focusing more so on making their fellow performers break, the group generated a synchronicity and playfulness that was absolutely infectious. Composed of Craig Methuen, Karlie Menzel, Daniel Kvoras and Gareth O’Connor, their show Fabled on the 7th should be a hit. 

Glasgow Improv Theatre also took a single word suggestion, then generated loosely related words through association. Their scenes were wide ranging and delightfully complex. I had a nice chat with John McInnes and Martin James of GIT, who both expressed delight at the festival’s growth. John and Martin were equal parts proud, excited and humble to see audience members (as well as students) from previous years now taking the stage. Classes and workshops at Glasgow Improv Theatre are coming up, so I’d certainly recommend giving it a go.

Monika Smith performed next and was my highlight of the night. Alone onstage, Smith picked audience members to conduct several scenes with. Due to the event that night, these too were Improv Comedians: Ben Cassil, Zoe Langer and Ted Allbress. Nevertheless, conducted is the right word. Smith is capable of guiding the scene subtly to its fullest potential. In conversation with Smith, she informed me that this is indeed the nature of her show, and the audiences are not usually so full of other Improvisers. Conceptually, some would see this as a comedy ticking time bomb. But Monika makes it work. Her show Solo Improv is on Sunday 8th at 4:30pm.

The second half of the night was shorter, but jam-packed. First up was Amanda & Oscar. Amanda Breen and Oscar Montoya are very comfortable onstage. This level of stage presence led to hilarious surprises, and a genuinely lovely and controlled scene. After this, Will “MC Hammersmith” Naameh concluded the evening with two routines. Frankly, this act gets tighter every year. It is astonishing to watch.

In conversation with Will and Amanda, both comedians expressed anticipation for the Upright Citizen Brigades’ upcoming presence in Edinburgh, and that having this much Improv in one room is an extremely reinvigorating thing. One can’t help but agree.

Talking with acts from across the night, it is hard not to absolutely encourage patronage for this festival. EIIF may be an underdog, but its support of Improv from all walks of life is entirely admirable. And the spirit of Improv runs through the very festival. In fact, Laura (one of the EIIF organizers) best summed up the feeling of comradery in the room that night: if you’re doing standup, you have to bomb alone, but in Improv, you’ll go down together. 

Edinburgh International Improv Festival has shows from the 5th to the 8th of March. More information can be found here: https://www.edimprovfest.com

REVIEW: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead


Rating: 4 out of 5.

An extremely stylish and sleek rendition of a growingly popular play.


The year-round Edinburgh theatre scene has had a resurgence in absurdism. Theatre practitioners are experimenting and audiences are invested, while critics continue to flail at its mere presence. This is an exciting backdrop, one filled with potential, for Gutter Theatre’s debut production of Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.

This rendition, directed by Jane Morgan and Rue Richardson, is an extremely stylish one, and these aesthetics are well thought through.

The lighting design by Zara Bathurst is exceptional. Discrete lighting changes make up important transitions, while acts are bookended with bold projected visuals and certain sequences (like the fight on the boat) incorporate excellently choreographed design. The same goes for the sound design by Ella Catherall; while more subtle than the visuals, the eerie music and sound effects do a great deal for the play’s atmosphere.

Costumes by Eliza Beecroft, Morgan, and Richardson offer the biggest indication of Gutter Theatre’s creative intent. Characters enter wearing an explosion of clothes from a variety of time periods (think rufflenecks mixed with leather jackets) and accessories galore. It is like looking at every rendition of a Shakespeare play meshed into one. The result is an ensemble that looks fractured with innumerable iterations, appearing as if they were parodying the very form itself, which is a fitting yet fresh interpretation of the source material.

To fit these aesthetics, performances are doleful but erratic. This direction is clear and consistent throughout the cast, with some standouts being Amelie Berry as The Player, who was a thrill to watch, and Robbie Morris as Claudius, who brought a great deal of stage presence to a more limited role. As for the title roles, Shaun Hamilton is a commanding performer in the role of Guildenstern. While the character’s frustration could rise a little further, there are other emotional turning points that Hamilton earns entirely. His counterpart, Callum Porteous, is a fine actor in the role of Rosencrantz, with memorable and humorous moments to keep the audience on its feet.

The biggest flaw in this version is that Rosencrantz & Guildenstern feel as though they mix right in with the ensemble. When the ensemble was on, I found myself leaning forward. But this is an absurdist piece, and Hamlet is only a framing device. The absurdism arises from the two characters being trapped in a script that they cannot get out of. The fact they don’t mix in with the world around them is their tragedy, and their lack of knowledge is written as a hilarious dramatic irony.

While Gutter Theatre pushes tragic aesthetics, the source material is full of comedy begging to be laughed at. This production does have its funny moments, but the balance is somewhat off. More emphasis on the piece’s absurdist comedy in the future will push this piece further. If the comedy is elevated, the tragedy will follow suit.

Pacing is the only other concern. Currently, the show has two intermissions. During the first a structure is built, but it is not used in any meaningful way in the second act. Unfortunately, these first and second acts underpin the monotony and repetition of the conflict. Breaking it up like this potentially spoils the illusion. Perhaps this was to evoke impending doom and, if so, I’d recommend exploring other ways to indicate this.

Ultimately, what Gutter Theatre has accomplished is a stylish and unique take on Rosencrantz & Guildenstern. And while there is room for improvement, Stoppard’s text is carried well by these confident performances. It is worth the watch, and it is worth tuning into whatever this theatre company does next.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead continues its run at Assembly Roxy tonight and tomorrow. Tickets here.