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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: The Phantom of the Opera</title>
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   <summary> The Phantom of the Opera Review by Naima Khan From the don of musical theatre today’s production of ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ at Her Majesty’s Theatre is still phenomenal. My experience with musicals does not extend much past...</summary>
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<strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/the-phantom-of-the-opera-tickets/season/?sw_source=tas">The Phantom of the Opera </a></strong>

<strong>Review by Naima Khan</strong>

From the don of musical theatre today’s production of ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ at Her Majesty’s Theatre is still phenomenal. 

My experience with musicals does not extend much past a Billy Elliot matinee and a brief encounter with Bas Luhrmann’s Moulin Rouge. The world of baritones, tenors, and sopranos, is not a world I’m familiar with. So two and a half hours of the stuff was not something I was prepared for but The Phantom of the Opera was the perfect introduction. There’s not a lot of hard core opera, it’ musical theatre at its best. The seamless set changes, the infectious music and endearing characters draw the audience into the world of late 19th century Paris.

I have two housemates who are made about this musical. They banged on about it for weeks after they’d seen it for the first time; so I was a bit sceptical. Could it really live up to the hype? I invited them along last minute knowing they’d be the ones to show me how to truly appreciate it in all its glory. As we waited between the pillars of her majesty’s theatre, to the side of Londoners in suits leaving work and tourists walking around much slower than most of us appreciate, we also got to see the truly unspecific demographic who responded to the Phantom’s allure. Grandparents with teenage grandchildren, ladies in pearls and heels with clutch bags, tourists in baseball caps lugging shopping bags up the stairs to the Royal Circle as equally as excited and curious. 
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      <![CDATA[The adaptation of the gothic novel tells the epic love story of Christine and Raoul, childhood friends who find each other again as adults. They have to contend with the arrogant ‘opera ghost’, Christine’s ever-present, never-seen, obsessive music teacher who makes various demands on the opera house mangers threatening them with catastrophe if his demands are not met. 

The beautiful lighting and frightening music played unashamedly with our emotions and the colourful characters kept things light and at times hilarious. The novel the play is based on is a romantic, mysterious horror with a little tragedy to top things off. The musical recreates all of this on stage.  For me the real triumph of the production was the sets. We were swiftly taken from the romantic rooftop of the ‘Opera Populaire’, to the eerie subterranean lake where the Phantom leads Christine to his candle lit chambers in a gondola. Then back to Christine’s dimly lit dressing room before we are taken to the grandiose staircase for the ‘Masquerade’. Whilst I’m happy to have cinema divulge it’s CGI secrets in DVD ‘special features’, I never want to know the secrets of the stage. How the characters can be running around on the stage of the Opera Populaire one minute then floating around on a mysterious lake the next is all part of the illusion and was created so well at Her Majesty’s Theatre. 

The Phantom of the Opera is a beautiful, fun and frightening adaptation of a captivating gothic novel. Performed flawlessly and produced to the highest standards, if you want musical theatre, go see this.  

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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Boston Marriage</title>
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   <published>2008-06-17T17:37:30Z</published>
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   <summary>David Mamet&apos;s, &quot;Boston Marriage&quot; The Sturdy Beggars Theatre Company Friday 6 June 2008 Review by Tim Kernutt Is it the second coming of Oscar Wilde? No, it is David Mamet at his scriptwriting best. And judging by the performance of...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<strong>David Mamet's, "Boston Marriage"
The Sturdy Beggars Theatre Company
Friday 6 June 2008</strong>

<strong>Review by Tim Kernutt</strong>
 
Is it the second coming of Oscar Wilde?  No, it is David Mamet at his scriptwriting best.
 
And judging by the performance of David Mamet', "Boston Marriage", directed by Alex Andreou, the Sturdy Beggar's Theatre Company are certainly an ambitious, talented and passionate bunch.  Playing to a packed audience in the cosy Pacific Playhouse near London Bridge, the play impressed everyone with its perfect take on Mamet's saucy storyline. 
 
Mamet's scripting of "Boston Marriage" was said to be in direct response to certain criticism of his writing, which people had told him was male-centric.  In fact, some people went even further and told him that he did not offer good roles for women at all.  "Boston Marriage" was a direct face-off to his critics, and interestingly the title of the play refers to New England women at the turn of the twentieth century - often feminists or intellectuals - who lived with one another, sometimes without men.  The women were often independently wealthy and even though the relations between the women co-habiting were sometimes sexual, this was not always the case.  But if not sexually connected, invariably the women would at least be emotionally tied.  
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      <![CDATA[The basic premise of the storyline is that Claire (played by Nicola Rockhill) tells Anna (played by Heather Darcy) that she has fallen in love with a young woman who is attractive but naive.  Anna is immediately hurt, but tries to persuade Claire to convince the young woman to engage in a sexual act with both her and Claire.  However their plans are quashed when the young woman recognises jewellery given to Anna by the wealthy "gentleman" who is maintaining her, as her mothers.  The resulting attempts by the women to smooth things over with Anna's keeper and the young woman is delivered through quick-witted Victorian-era dialogue in which the women's relationship as well as the long-suffering maid are explored.  The focal point is the conflict arising between Anna and Claire.  However, "Boston Marriage" is more a play on language than anything else - the expression "gymnastic exercise in language" springs to mind - and the audience was at times struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the script.  Or perhaps that was just me.   
 
The two main characters of the play, Anna and Claire, clearly have a strong bond.  Anna flitters between manipulation, jealousy, envy and cattiness in her interaction with Claire.  The third character, Catherine (played with biting bit by Victoria Strachan), is representative of the working classes and is a hapless maid to Anna who is bossed around and treated with more disdain than a trainee in a company.  Yet it is Catherine, arguably, who is the only likeable character.  Anna believes that the joke is definitely on the maid, however it is Anna herself who is the laughing stock as she is exposed as a social-climber at the top of the ladder looking down her nose at the "peasants" such as Catherine, who is more emotionally intelligent and useful to society than Anna.  
 
Mamet's witticisms vary at times between mildly sexual and overtly sexual, with the sexual innuendo culminating in a stage kiss between Anna and Claire.  However, the sexual nature of the play, and its quick-wit, is a charade of sorts to some darker themes cloaked in humour, such as racism, class prejudice, deceit, exploitation of the working class and jealousy.
 
David Mamet's script is definately complex and must have taken some rehearsing, clearly evident in the skilful performance which was impeccable.  This was an ambitious play for a theatre company to perform, as there was relentless pressure being cast upon the actors due to the snappy dialogue and the interaction between the characters.  
 
This look at high society at the turn of the last century was cleverly performed by Sturdy Beggars, and I look forward to their next play.

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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Michael Thriller</title>
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   <published>2008-05-23T14:35:07Z</published>
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   <summary> Michael Jackson - Thriller Hammersmith Apollo 16 May 2008 Review By Tim Kernutt Ask anyone aged under forty to provide a soundtrack to their lives, and it will undoubtedly include a song by Michael Jackson. The man is a...</summary>
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<strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/thriller-live-tickets/season">Michael Jackson - Thriller</a></strong>
<strong>Hammersmith Apollo
16 May 2008</strong>

<strong>Review By Tim Kernutt</strong>
 
Ask anyone aged under forty to provide a soundtrack to their lives, and it will undoubtedly include a song by Michael Jackson. The man is a living legend, mostly - it has to be said – for the right reasons. 
 
So a West-End production on the musical life of Michael Jackson is hard to say no to for anyone born in the 1970s or 1980s. Luckily I fall into the latter category. However, it appears I am showing my immaturity through lack of intelligence as I did not realise that a West-End production could be held in Hammersmith. Call me crazy, but I believed that the West-End stretches to Leicester Square, not Hammersmith. 
 
It was lucky for the promoters of the night that the Hammersmith Apollo was chosen as a venue, as it can hold quite some crowd. And that crowd was as diverse as the various festivals over UK's summer, the stage as glitzy as Vegas, the atmosphere positively charged, the stage set for Wacko Jacko to show-off his full repertoire of songs, and the audience filled with screaming girls shouting, "We love you Michael, we love you Michael!". The small hitch being, of course, that Michael Jackson was no-where to be seen. This was a night for Michael Jackson without Michael Jackson, and the screaming girls could have screamed until their voice-boxes collapsed and still not heard even a whimper in response from the man who is an icon of the late twentieth century. 
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      <![CDATA[I must confess I was expecting a lot more from a night called, “Thriller”. The confusion was in the name of the show. “Thriller” suggests that it was going to be a live performance on the album and video that arguably cemented Michael Jackson’s name into the history books as one of the most successful music-makers of modern times. However, there was just something missing on this night at the Hammersmith Apollo. Although undoubtedly entertaining, the production team of “Thriller” may have been struggling for creative inspiration as the evening ended up being more akin to a glorified tribute band performance of Michael Jackson’s hits from over the years. 
 
This is not to suggest it was not an entertaining evening from a talented cast and band. Any night featuring Michael Jackson’s back-catalogue of songs is going to please even the most resolutely non-commercial music lover. The dancing was at times awe-inspiring, providing a believable take on Michael Jackson‘s own style which formed a huge part of any of his live-performances and music videos in his hay-day. Some of the songs were replicated to stunning-effect, and in particular the performance from the young Michael Jackson (in the Jackson-Five days) carbon-copied the main-man’s voice. 
 
There was no doubt that this was an evening for the fans, who in particular went a little silly in response to the rendition of “Smooth Criminal”, which in the defence of the said fans definitely had the best dance-routine of the evening.
 
However, in total “Thriller” was an odd evening’s entertainment. Caught half-way between a tribute night for Michael Jackson and a more meaty West-End production, “Thriller” ended up coming across more as a discography of Michael Jackson’s hits. Nothing wrong with that of course, but next time I may just go and buy a “Best-Of” collection

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   <title>REVIEW: Derren Brown</title>
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   <summary>Derren Brown ‘Mind Reader - An Evening of Wonders’ Garrick Theatre Review by Adam Walker With a title like that, Mr Brown had a lot to live up to. The stage dressed in baroque 1930’s velvet curtains and fake foliage,...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="derren.jpg" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/img/derren.jpg" width="200" height="165" /><strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/derren-brown-tickets/season">Derren Brown </a>
‘Mind Reader - 
An Evening of Wonders’ 
Garrick Theatre

Review by Adam Walker</strong>

With a title like that, Mr Brown had a lot to live up to. The stage dressed in baroque 1930’s velvet curtains and fake foliage, gave way to a small chest like box roped to the tip of the proscenium arch. This later became the focus for what was about to be preceded by two-hours of old skool ‘mind reading’.

Derren emerged to a thunderous applause, in an audience populated by the extremes of generation. And this is where his appeal lies; from the under 16’s to the over 55’s, magic and illusion is a universal intrigue – which might explain this, his second nationwide tour, his residency on Channel Four, and his growing empire of books and DVDs. But for one night, of only thirty-two performances, Derren Brown was our personal master of psychology. 
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      <![CDATA[To review the actual show and what happens next would be a tad unfair to any future audiences, suffice to say that going in a sceptic, one is quickly hypnotised into the believability of mind reading. Make no mistake, this show is compelling. Tension, excitement, horror, joy – these emotions and more are felt within the first hour alone as Brown picks out random members of the audience with frisbees and subjects them to games you never learnt in the playground. However, it is during the interval and the subsequent finale that really rips through your consciousness and makes you question your own susceptibility, the morality of it all – but more importantly, how the hell he does it. 

Is Derren Brown for real? Or is he a con artist? Is there such a thing as mind reading? Whatever you believe, one thing for sure is his pure genius. No show on the West End at the minute has the power to truly make you think. As for that box,  the clue is in the title.

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<entry>
   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Never Forget</title>
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   <published>2008-05-12T11:39:18Z</published>
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   <summary> Never Forget Savoy Theatre First Night Review Review by Zarina Raja As an original Take That fan – although obviously excited - I was apprehensive about the re-enactment of the creation of the best boy band to emerge in...</summary>
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<strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/never-forget-the-musical-tickets/season/?sw_source=tas">Never Forget</a></strong>
<strong>Savoy Theatre </strong>

<strong>First Night Review</strong>

<strong>Review by Zarina Raja </strong>

As an original Take That fan – although obviously excited - I was apprehensive about the re-enactment of the creation of the best boy band to emerge in the UK.

Seated amongst reams of hyper, middle-aged, women, I felt oddly at home. A tinkling excitement wrapped itself round the Savoy theatre as if we were about to witness the real Take That.

As a gorgeously old-school TT song pumped through the Savoy – possibly It Only Takes a Minute Girl, I was too excited to take note – the crazed women in my row let out a cackling and infectious whoop of delight. If anything, Never Forget managed to carry the ecstatic atmosphere that a real TT concert has. 
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      <![CDATA[Never Forget, the musical, could have gone either way. It could have been a poor production, trembling on the edge of offensive, or it could have been – and was – a fun filled night full of TT classics, with some early 90s memories in tow. 

The musical didn’t try to be anything it wasn’t, and this was what made the production enjoyable. 

The play is based on five guys entering a Take That tribute contest. It also managed to incorporate a love story.

If the storyline had been centred on the real Take That, the production would definitely have not worked. 

Never Forget used all the best TT songs to showcase, and topped them off with some good old, cheesy boy band dance routines. Plenty of jokes were tossed into the script alongside a handful of Take That in-jokes for all those hard-core TT fans. 

Never Forget is nothing like the real thing, but it is definitely worth a see if you are a dedicated TT fan. 

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<entry>
   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Your Line or Mine?</title>
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   <published>2008-05-07T16:19:30Z</published>
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   <summary>Your Line or Mine? The Mayoral Elections! Landor Theatre, Clapham April 27 2008 Review by Tim Kernutt Sunday-Funday is a term that has been in vogue for the last few years, and clearly Abandon Theatre has caught the fever as...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="SmallYour-line-or-mine.jpg" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/img/SmallYour-line-or-mine.jpg" width="200" height="284" /><strong>Your Line or Mine?  
The Mayoral Elections!  
Landor Theatre, Clapham
April 27 2008</strong>

<strong>Review by Tim Kernutt</strong>

Sunday-Funday is a term that has been in vogue for the last few years, and clearly Abandon Theatre has caught the fever as well as their Sunday evening comedy improvisation show, "Your Line or Mine", was about as entertaining a Sunday evening as you can possibly get.  However, judging by the reaction of the audience, several people were unceremoniously and horrifyingly cast back to drama class at school.  

If the audience members weren't up to the improvisation task, the cast-members certainly were and their physically and mentally challenging performance was rewarded by the crowd's overwhelmingly positive reaction to the fare on offer.  
 
Whilst being a show based on traditional theatre sports is by no means new – cast your minds back to "Whose Line is It Anyway?" – the talent of the cast-members was impressive.  Unfortunately, the size of the crowd did not do the performance justice, but such is the comedy circuit.  
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      <![CDATA[The show milks popular theatre sports like a cow does its calf.  Or is that the other way around?  At any length, there is plenty of milking being done, and theatre sports such as 'word-at-a-time', 'torture puppets' and 'emotional rollercoaster' were used by the cast-members with a certain spin.  And the spin was the best that money (or power or both thereof) can buy – political spin.  The underlying common-thread weaved throughout the show was the idea that each of the five cast-members each stood for a different political party contesting the London mayoral elections.  The Democrats, the Greens, the Conservatives, Labour and the Independents were all represented on stage, and although the link was a clever one it proved to be somewhat tenuous.      

However, the talents of the cast-members ultimately prevailed and the audience got more and more involved as the evening progressed.  The interplay between the characters also develops over the night, and the themes of miscommunication and political correctness (or more appropriately incorrectness) are explored, against the backdrop of sexual innuendo and cultural and political differences.  
 
There are some truly brilliant impromptu one-liners that have the audience in raptures, and the game of paper chase which involves a dangerous game of insults in a typical "meet the parents" scenario, is particularly memorable.

This is a highly recommended show, and it will be returning on May 25 at the Landor Theatre.    


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<a href="http://www.remotegoat.co.uk/link_external.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.landortheatre.co.uk%2F&name=Landor+Theatre&v=314&PHPSESSID=1ec22e959e738db7d0a385abdb1f0371">Landor Theatre's official site.</a>
<a href="http://www.abandontheatre.co.uk">Abandon Theatre.</a>
<a href="http://www.seatwave.com/landor-theatre-tickets/venue">Landor Theatre on Seatwave.</a>

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<entry>
   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Tell Me...Lies</title>
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   <published>2008-05-07T11:37:21Z</published>
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   <summary>Tell Me…Lies Arts Theatre 7 May 2008 Review by Zarina Raja Tell Me…Lies is a production depicting mental illness. The play itself stays away from dramatic scenes of madness by subtlety locating mental illness in the life of Abi. It...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="tell_me_lies_main.jpg" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/img/tell_me_lies_main.jpg" width="200" height="140" /><strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/tell-me-lies-tickets/season">Tell Me…Lies</a>
Arts Theatre 
7 May 2008</strong>

<strong>Review by Zarina Raja </strong>

Tell Me…Lies is a production depicting mental illness. The play itself stays away from dramatic scenes of madness by subtlety locating mental illness in the life of Abi. It reveals the everyday tussles that one may face when they are confronting mental illness. 

The play centres around Abi and Emma, two bereaved sisters, who are struggling to come to terms with the death of their mother. 

Emma - the sister with a successful career, boyfriend, and the ability to process her grief - is torn between wanting to help Abi and getting frustrated with her irrational and sometimes selfish behaviour. 

From the audience’s point of view, Abi is desperately trying to get back on track after her mother’s death. It appears that she has two friends to help her out, Fleur and Matt. Fleur, however, is not the person that we think she is. 
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      <![CDATA[As a sad and slightly unnerving plot begins to unravel, it becomes apparent that Abi is having trouble staying in reality. Various scenes engulf the audience, sucking them into Abi’s confused mind. We witness her fighting with Fleur – who is actually a figment of Abi’s imagination – and grappling with what is in her head and what is real.

The cast have done well in creating a strong group of characters that are well suited to their personalities. Fleur is loud, irritating and unavoidable; emphasizing the fact the Abi is unable to clear her from her thoughts. 

Tell Me... Lies is careful not to dramatise madness. It is a soft interpretation that focuses on the understated – yet devastating – effects of mental illness.

Death is a key theme that is threaded into Tell Me…Lies, soaking the production with an undeniably lingering sadness.

Matt, Abi’s boyfriend (or so she believes) is also dealing with the death of his mother, who died during child birth. He channels his grief in a positive way by collecting – and stealing – small, colourful boxes, a hobby that he has adopted from his mother. 

Tell Me…Lies is a thoughtful insight into the life of someone wrestling with darker corners of their mind. 

<strong>Related links:</strong>
<a href="http://www.artstheatrelondon.com/">Tell Me... Lies official site.</a>
<a href="http://www.artstheatrelondon.com/">The ArtsTheatre.</a>
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<entry>
   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Harper Regan</title>
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   <published>2008-04-17T16:45:44Z</published>
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   <summary> Harper Regan National Theatre 16th April Review by Kate Spieg Harper Regan, as both play and character, pulled no punches, was not afraid to shirk round any of the issues of grief, racism, paedophilia and love. Set against a...</summary>
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<strong>National Theatre 16th April</strong>

<strong>Review by Kate Spieg </strong>

Harper Regan, as both play and character, pulled no punches, was not afraid to shirk round any of the issues of grief, racism, paedophilia and love.

Set against a minimal and effective backdrop, desolate London scenes and echoing sound effects of snippets of conversations, we followed Harper Regan and her family in their journeys over three days. 

In the opening and slightly wooden scene, Harper is begging her boss for time off to go and see her estranged dying father, who interspersed refusing her request with pontifications on his enthusiasm for ‘these immoral last days of the enlightenment’ where you can ‘get anything you want from the internet’.

The audience was gradually drawn into Lesley’s compelling performance, following her as she left her husband and daughter, job, and financial crisis, without a word of explanation, and headed North to be at her father’s side.

She was too late. And was a 2 day trip to Stockport turned into an epic including a stabbing in a pub at 11am, an elicit encounter with a strange man in a hotel room met on the internet, and the discovery from her mother after a gap of two years that her father was not the hero she’s always thought him to be.]]>
      <![CDATA[<em>‘When you think you know what’s happening, that’s when it’s dangerous’</em>

The complexity of family relationships was subtly explored through the gradual revealing of Harper’s husband’s arrest 2 years previously in a child pornography scandal, in which photos were discovered on his computer and he was put on the Sex Offenders register, unable to find work. Fiercely defended as innocent by his daughter, Harper’s parents cut off all contact with their family, and the elephant in the room took over.

Conversations between Harper and her teenage daughter were as close to the bone as only a mother and daughter relationship can be, with occasional insights so cleverly scripted as to make you catch the eye of the person sitting next to you in the darkness.

How we live in a godless world, in which people live by, and rely on the internet, googeling all the news they need, where sixth-formers don’t speak to each other, and family feuds can fester for life-times and more…were all explored in this play.

Despite the slight over-sentimentality of the ending, the possibility of redemption alongside and acceptance of the imperfectness of humans was both powerful and clear. Harper summed it up; ‘Do you know what’s poison?. Regret, regret, fear and jealousy’.

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   <title>REVIEW: The Little Mermaid</title>
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   <summary>THE LITTLE MERMAID Lunt-Fontanne Theatre Broadway at 46th Street Review by Katie Spain “How do mermaids pee?” It was a question that plagued my childhood years and one that Disney’s animated film didn’t answer. After all, Disney doesn’t ‘do’ bodily...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="the-little-mermaid.gif" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/img/the-little-mermaid.gif" width="200" height="165" /><strong>THE LITTLE MERMAID
Lunt-Fontanne Theatre
Broadway at 46th Street

Review by Katie Spain</strong>

“How do mermaids pee?”

It was a question that plagued my childhood years and one that Disney’s animated film didn’t answer. After all, Disney doesn’t ‘do’ bodily functions. What he does do however, is a cracking storyline and enchanting characters. I’m old enough now to realise that mermaids don’t lower themselves to toilet matters, so the latest questions to burn my brain ran along the lines of “Will the stage adaptation of The Little Mermaid live up to the film?” and “Will the tails look tacky?”. A recent trip to The Big Apple provided the perfect excuse to find out.

There’s something about Broadway; even when your inbound flight is late and you have to make a mad dash to the theatre. Yes, even when your only salvation is a packet of wet wipes in the back of a yellow cab, you feel a rush when the lights of New York’s theatreland hit your face. After years pounding London’s West End, my first brush with Broadway  was all the more exciting. I regressed from my mid-twenties straight back to childhood. I know all the words to The Little Mermaid, I’ve watched the Disney film more times than I’d like to admit and I still think Prince Eric has the most gorgeous eyes in cartoon world. When I was twelve I wanted to be Ariel, I cowered when I heard King Triton’s booming voice and Ursula’s tentacles gave me the chills. So, it was with a skip in my step that I joined the kiddies running towards their seats.
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      <![CDATA[I must admit, I had my doubts; high expectations  and over-familiarity can end in disappointment. We were however, in safe hands with Ariel; Sierra Boggess mastered the mermaid’s mannerisms and vocals fiery charm. Unique twists like a Negro King Triton, shapely mermaids and  sexy sea snails added a fresh twist. Unfortunately, the adult in me yearned for more creative ingenuity. The sea is one of the most visually explosive places on earth; boundaries could have been pushed further with puppets, shadow and sound. But, this was never meant to expand imaginations across generations; and as a commercial, colourful spectacle, it hit the spot.

Mermaids ‘swam’ with the aid of the glider shoes so many kids wear these days.  An accident waiting to happen on the street, a tad more graceful on stage.  A pint-sized Flounder won over hearts young and old with his little yellow-scaled antics. Cody Hanford (and Jarrell J. Singleton) had more admirers than your average D-list Pop star. Sherie René Scott shone as the eight legged evil Ursula in what was the performance of the night.  Tituss Burgess (Sebastian) and Eddie Korbich (Scuttle) delighted the audience with their comic relief whilst Derrick Baskin (Jetsam) and Tyler Maynard (Flotsam) quite literally lit up the stage.

The costumes shone with sequins, ruffles and fins galore, the tails designed by award-winning designer, Tatiana Noginova, convinced the children and wowed us with their sparkles and ‘suspension’. I waited for one to dislodge, alas… despite travelling between the worlds of man and mermaid in search of love with Prince Eric, her fins stayed put.

The set flipped between the spinning visual underwater spectacle seen during ‘Under The Sea’ and a vast, empty space that dwarfed the actors. The sea is a constantly moving, breathing, living thing; at times, the heartbeat was a little hard to find. But, when they got it right, they grazed perfection and the delighted squeels from the audience and standing ovation said it all. The music was faultless, the rest just a bonus.

Most importantly, the kids loved every second. For the rest of us wrinkle farmers, the reminder of a time when make-believe and reality merged, was a rare and welcome tonic.  

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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Gone with the Wind</title>
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   <summary>Gone with the Wind New London Theatre Opens April 22 following previews from April 5. Review by Angela Lord Gone with the Wind breezes onto the London stage in an ambitious re-working which aims to breathe new life into this...</summary>
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New London Theatre 
Opens April 22 following previews from April 5.

Review by Angela Lord</strong>

Gone with the Wind breezes onto the London stage in an ambitious re-working which aims to breathe new life into this classic by setting it to music. 

The story follows the fortunes of feisty heroine Scarlett O’Hara as she weathers the storms whipped up in the wake of the American civil war. American Jill Paice  makes a superlative Scarlett – an elfin beauty, slight but strong,  with a  voice clear as a Southern belle. 
I have to admit I was taken aback to learn that Darius Danesh has been chosen as the male lead.  Darius from Pop Idol?  The poseur who didn’t  win, but went on to have a hit single with Colourblind? Yes, that’s the one.  
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      <![CDATA[The ruggedly handsome Rhett Butler is a bit of a Byronic hero: mad, bad and dangerous to know. Clark Gable starred opposite Vivien Leigh in the 1939 movie, a hard act to follow, and I wasn’t convinced that Darius was man enough for this meaty role.  

Actually, he’s not bad at all.  To his credit, he’s matured into more than a one hit wonder. Apparently director Trevor Nunn was unaware of his pop background when he was cast, which was probably just as well. In the past couple of years, Darius has branched out into musicals like Chicago and Guys and Dolls and can belt out a tune like a trouper.  

The dashing Captain Butler is no gentleman, as he acknowledges, pointing out to the capricious Scarlett that she is no lady – so the couple seem made for each other. But Scarlett is blinded by her crush on golden boy Ashley Wilkes (Edward Baker-Duly – otherwise known as Joe Fisher in Emmerdale and sports master Mr Malachay from Grange Hill) – whose marriage to the safe and saintly Melanie (Madeleine Worrall) makes him out of bounds. 

As the on-off affair between Scarlett and Rhett plays out against its equally  stormy backdrop, there are some humorous touches along the way.  At times the dialogue crackles with witticisms and one-liners worthy of Oscar Wilde. 

When one self-righteous woman denounces the renegade Rhett  as “a viper in our bosom”, he laughingly retorts that he could find more ample refuge elsewhere. While wooing Scarlett he impatiently insists: “I can’t wait all my life to catch you between husbands.” And his classic parting shot: “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!” is delivered with enough panache to merit a round of applause.  

The script remains faithful to the original book by Margaret Mitchell – perhaps a little too faithful in places, as writer and lyricist Margaret Martin tries to cram in all the key scenes from the Pulitzer prize-winning novel and sometimes risks overloading her script with historic detail. 
The result is an over-long second half which occasionally loses momentum. It could do without the death bed singing scene, one place where I felt the music jarred with the action. Bursting into song with your final breath might work in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, but not here.  I won’t say spoil the plot by saying whose death bed – there are a number of deaths along the way and some are handled more effectively than others. 

Still, it’s not all gloom and doom, there are plenty of  lighter moments, the music is pleasant, if not massively memorable, with some toe-tapping tunes as well as more poignant passages. Overall the ensemble pieces such as Wings of a Dove worked better for me than the solos. 
Costume designer Andreane Neofitou rustles up a rich seam of colourful crinolines, including a witty little number for Scarlett, who, when times are hard, has to supplement her wardrobe with a pair of curtains … (pull yourself together woman! there’s a war on!)

The imaginative set design serves well to take the story through its changing moods. There was one slight technical problem (acceptable as this was a preview  performance) which was fixed as quickly as possible, and taken in good part by the audience.  

There may be a few hitches along the way, but the show must go on. Like its fiery heroine, it’s not perfect, and may have its critics, but it’s also likely to find plenty of fans.  
As the winds of change sweep the past aside, Scarlett  is a survivor, living to fight “Another day”. 

*Gone With the Wind the musical is now showing at the New London Theatre. 

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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: Hamlet</title>
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   <summary>Hamlet Tobacco Factory Bristol Until May 3rd Review by Sophie Pollard Jonathon Miller guest directs the first production of Hamlet by the Shakespeare At The Tobacco Factory (SATTF) company this month in Bristol. Miller’s vision of the quintessential revenge tragedy...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="Jamie_Hamlet-140x174.jpg" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/Jamie_Hamlet-140x174.jpg" width="140" height="174" /><strong>Hamlet 	
Tobacco Factory Bristol
Until May 3rd</strong>

<strong>Review by Sophie Pollard</strong>

Jonathon Miller guest directs the first production of Hamlet by the Shakespeare At The Tobacco Factory (SATTF) company this month in Bristol. Miller’s vision of the quintessential revenge tragedy remains true to the text with an abundance of intrigue, death and madness. 

In the Tobacco Factory’s intimate setting, Miller deliberately avoids a modern set design for this production, instead opting for only three pugh’s at the stage centre. This gives the audience (and actors) little chance for their concentration to slip during the shows four hour run, allowing attention to focus on the rich poetic language that is beautifully delivered.
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      <![CDATA[As with all revenge tragedies, the drama resides with the social and personal anxiety of the protagonist. Jamie Ballard as Hamlet gives a masterful performance, and delivers each soliloquy with fresh emotional gusto. He successfully engages with a plethora of emotions from grief, which later turns to vengeance and Ballard’s own touch of a sarcastic, maddening humour. 

Familiar SATTF faces grace the stage, Andrew Hilton plays the ghost of Hamlet’s father, a role which he last played under Miller’s direction in 1970. A notable mention goes to Annabel Scholey as Orphelia, whose descent into madness from sexual repression, climaxes in a frightening scene mimicking the ‘Other’ of colonial identity.

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   <title>THEATRE REVIEW: 7 Deadly Sins</title>
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   <summary> 7 Deadly Sins New Players Theatre Review By Zarina Raja Sorry, but what? I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what I got. The concept of 7 Deadly Sins is great – but the actual...</summary>
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<strong><a href="http://www.seatwave.com/tiger-lillies-7-deadly-sins-tickets/season">7 Deadly Sins</a></strong>
<strong>New Players Theatre</strong>

<strong>Review By Zarina Raja</strong>

Sorry, but what? I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what I got. The concept of 7 Deadly Sins is great – but the actual production itself didn’t convince me. 

7 Deadly Sins depicts wrath, sloth, greed, pride, envy, lust and gluttony through a range of tongue-in-cheek-songs and snippets of an adult version of Punch and Judy. 

The Tiger Lilies are a hugely popular three-piece band that put on various Punked up Cabaret shows and have embarked on world-wide tours, scooping up various awards and a dedicated fan base along the way.  With this in mind, I was expecting something gloriously dark, fantastically Punk and highly creative. It was – kind of – but it just wasn’t any good. 

What with The Tiger Lilies being so popular, I must have completely missed the point. The heart of what the Tiger Lilies represent seemed to sail straight over my head – just like the fake s*** that was thrown into the audience during the performance. I kid you not. Oh, did I mention that the drummer then proceeded to eat his fake excrement?
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      <![CDATA[I know, I know, The Tiger Lilies are renowned for their strange humour and random, surreal sets, but I mean really? The reaction from the crowd was mixed: some people laughed, some people giggled uncontrollably in shock and others (me included) slid down in their chairs for fear of being clipped by a lump of the flying brown stuff. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude. But it wasn’t art – it was just stupid. There were the occasional funny moments and the music was good – shame about the high-pitched voice that the singer sung in for the whole show. It made me want to strangle myself with my scarf. 

The costumes were good: a gorgeously Punk/Goth vibe filled the air in the well-suited New Players Theatre. The setting was perfect too: darkly lit and mysteriously inviting, but the show was a let down.  The humour was cheap but covered up by a cool looking stage and a bit of Burlesque. 

I am certain than many people will find 7 Deadly Sins hilarious – especially after several glasses of wine – but I didn’t. 

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   <title>REVIEW: Othello</title>
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   <summary>Othello Sturdy Beggars The Pacific Playhouse Review by Katie Spain Before I bombard my keyboard with a review of Sturdy Beggars’ production of Othello, I want to share an observation. There are two types of people in this world: 1....</summary>
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The Pacific Playhouse</strong>

<strong>Review by Katie Spain
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Before I bombard my keyboard with a review of Sturdy Beggars’ production of Othello, I want to share an observation.

<strong>There are two types of people in this world:</strong>

<strong>1. </strong>The type who adores the work of Shakespeare in all its mighty forms. 
<strong>2. </strong>The type who studied it in their youth, hated it, and stubbornly continue to do so.

I’m tempted to add a third slice to the society pie – the type of people who have never come across Shakespeare. The more I think about it, the more absurd it seems. Most people don’t realise it, but our lives are steeped in the playwright’s literary observations. It’s there in advertising, in modern-day movies, in the quotes we use to impress our mates, and in the people we meet. If only Shakespeare could have observed the domestic I had with my boyfriend after leaving the three-hour marathon that was Othello. I’m sure there’d be a play in it. 
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      <![CDATA[Lover’s tiffs, unrequited love, the darkness of the human heart, deceit, backstabbing, venomous words and bloody, brutal deaths - Othello has it all. Luckily, our ‘argument’ was a mere discussion about the play at hand. Was it as brilliant as I thought it was or was it as “Boring” as my beau perceived? Whatever the verdict, the cast of Othello shoved their hairy arms down our throats and ripped a reaction out from deep within. Hell, isn’t that what Shakespeare was always about?

Sturdy Beggars are a small group of actors who trained at the Poor School. Their commitment is above all, to the story and in this case, props and stage clutter were discarded in favour of simplicity. It worked… the actors had nothing to hide behind but stellar acting. Although we froze our collective dangly bits off, the dark, chilly environment in the Pacific Playhouse also fit the story like a soldier’s uncomfortable but sturdy pair of boots. 

The real mastery occurred when the actors exploded on stage. I don’t know how many hours of practise this lot put in, but the near faultless flow of dialect suggested there hasn’t been much time for sleep lately. While my companion was left behind in Venice, I lapped up the electric on-stage chemistry. Robert Dobson filled the room with his emotive portrayal of Brabantio – a man angered to the core when he discovers his daughter Desdemonda has betrayed him for the love of her Moor husband Othello.

Alex Andreou stood upright and enchanting in his portrayal of Othello. Not even his towering form could hide his gentle eyes and the raging confusion within. We felt his pain and fought the urge to call out when he found himself caught up in Iago’s lies. Roderigo (Chris Hughes) looked like an Indie boy trapped in a Shakesperain play – which just goes to show, for all their faults, some Indie boys sure do dress well. Luckily, the comparison ends there – Hughes evoked pity and frustration with the lengths he went to in the attempt to win over Desdemonda. Toby Spearpoint took the role of Cassio by the horns and although pretty young things Coren Fitzgerald, Sherry Newton and Samantha Joyce paled against the male actors, that was the point. 

This brings me to Brendan Jones and his portrayal of the bitter Iago. We all know someone like this evil creature. The type of person who manipulates their ‘friends’ like pawns on a chess board, who lies as easily as they breathe and who feels mercy for no-one. My skin crawled when Jones sat on our row, voicing his actions and bitter plotting. An actor hasn’t given me the chills like that for a long time. Perhaps I was too hasty blaming the venue’s lack of heating; even the best central heating in London isn’t a match for Iago’s frosty soul.

I could name each and every cast member and fill their army boots with praise. Take my word for it, no-one let the team, nor the director down. These guys simple love theatre and it seeps from every pore.

Fight Director Toby Spearpoint deserves a full fisted pat on the back for the shockingly realistic fight scenes. I nearly dropped my red wine when the testosterone-packed lads came to blows. If Shakespeare is ‘for girls’ you can call me Bruce; I’ve seen less convincing battle scenes in Gladiator. Russell Crowe eat your heart out - even my moody lad perked up.

Two intervals later, I cried and he fought sleep. We had to agree to disagree on this one. But full respect and a medal of bravery goes to director V. Lewis and the cast for taking a Shakespearian classic in its raw form and for refusing to dumb it down for the lowest common denominator. Do yourself a favour and don’t think of the time, give no thought to your rumbling stomach and sit back and let it all wash over you – just like you did when you were young. We didn’t understand every word when our parents read us a bedtime story… but the delivery packed a punch all the same. The cast ain’t half bad looking either!

As for our domestic… revenge was had when the lad made me sit through thriller movie ‘The Orphanage’. Give me Sturdy Beggars any day.

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<a href="http://www.seatwave.com/othello-a-sturdy-beggars-production-tickets/season">Othello on Seatwave.</a>
<a href="http://www.pacificplayhouse.com/">The Pacific Playhouse.</a>

<strong>Playing for ten nights - from the 20th to the 29th March - 7pm 
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   <title>REVIEW: Immodesty Blaize</title>
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   <summary>The Immodest Tease Show Koko, London 18th March 2008 Review by Katie Spain Where’s an espresso martini when you need it most? Unfortunately, Koko doesn’t ‘do’ martinis… well, not usually. The last time burlesque beauty Immodesty Blaize pointed her tasselled...</summary>
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<strong>Koko, London
18th March 2008

Review by Katie Spain</strong>

<em><strong>Where’s an espresso martini when you need it most?</strong></em>

Unfortunately, Koko doesn’t ‘do’ martinis… well, not usually.
The last time burlesque beauty Immodesty Blaize pointed her tasselled bosoms in my direction was at the Pigalle Club in central London. It was opulent, it was intimate and I came out raving about the beauty of curves. I expected the same from her larger scale ‘Immodest Tease Show’ at Koko. By the looks of the never-ending line of people, the punters did too.

You’ve got to hand it to burlesque fans – they go the aesthetic distance. Shiny metallic trousers, sequins, glitter, perfectly sculpted hair (and that was just host Julian Clary!). Meanwhile, we decorated ourselves with finery in the hope to light that Immodesty fire within. 
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      <![CDATA[Clary was quick off the mark; “It’s nice to see so many heterosexuals on an outing – you don’t usually get out much do you?

On paper, Koko is a good setting for a show such as this one but after the intimacy of the Pigalle show, we were left disappointed. It’s hard to appreciate sexiness (or indeed feel sexy) when you’re trying to secure a vantage point between the legs of the ‘Fabio’ wannabe in front of you. “What would Immodesty do?” I asked myself as I repositioned my cramped limbs. The giant moved for no-one – he wanted to see the support act’s heaving coconuts. The brute held back on gentlemanly behaviour, but Miss Coconuts at least, delivered the goods.

The grand ‘seated’ tier revellers paid fifty pound for the honour but most were forced to stand. 
The show however, was glorious, fabulous and extravagant in every way. Sure, the curtains were temperamental but Clary’s flurry of wicked jokes saved the day. His delightful mix of camp and tongue in cheek (pun intended) complemented the satire-soaked burlesque with ease. The hugely popular Dirty Martini performed in true Broadway style – shaking her heaving wobbly bits with more sexiness than the likes of Kate Moss will ever achieve. This, my dear sex-pots, is the crux of it all. 

Immodesty Blaize takes the female form and douses it in sexiness, confidence and beauty. 
She’s a curvaceous woman, and with a bit of help from the 14 piece big band, spoon fed us amorous delights all night long. The costumes wowed; Immodesty’s first performance featured fur stoles and a black skin-tight lace dress and bodice. Suspenders, sexy lingerie and even an oriental kimono followed. Heaving breasts never looked so tasteful. Stripping? No. Dirty? Not for a second. Titillating? You’d better believe it. You can't say 'tits' on the radio - but you can swing them about (in time to music) on a London stage.

The sexiest performance of the night went to the beautiful blond with the white feathers; an angel one moment and a seductress the next. Her costume consisted of nipple tassels and a few sequins protecting her nether regions. Rankin’s photos of confectionary covered lady bits pale in comparison.

During the half time break (still no cocktails) the ladies’ bathroom buzzed with pheromones. “I feel so sexy!” one woman purred… “I haven’t felt sexy for years”. This is a show for men to take their wives, for gay men to take their partners, for daughters to take their mums and for girls to head out on a girly night – minus the drunken giggles. 

We got comedy, satire and sexiness… whilst the members of the band got the best seat in the house. The look on the brass player’s face said it all. The more intimate the performance space, the better. 

Space issues aside, if you’re heading to Koko for a second helping tonight, you’re in for a treat. I’m off to book the first burlesque lessons I can find. This booty needs a dose of gorgeousness. You can call me Missy Boomsticks. 

<strong>Related links:</strong>
<a href="http://www.immodestyblaize.com">Immodesty Blaize official site.</a>
<a href="http://www.seatwave.com/the-pigalle-club-tickets/venue">Tickets for concerts at The Pigalle Club</a>
<a href="http://www.seatwave.com/koko-tickets/venue">Tickets for concerts at Koko.</a>
<a href="http://hq.seatwaveblogs.com/200702/supper_with_immodesty_blaize_a.php">Review of Immodesty Blaize at The Pigalle Club.</a>]]>
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   <title>REVIEW: Taming Of The Shrew</title>
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   <summary>Taming of the Shrew Tobacco Factory, Bristol Feb 13th – Mar 15th Director: Andrew Hilton Review by Sophie Pollard Shakespeare’s ‘play within a play’ serves up forbidden fruit by the bucket load in the first instalment of this year’s Shakespeare...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="taming.jpg" src="http://theatrebuff.seatwaveblogs.com/img/taming.jpg" width="200" height="164" /><strong>Taming of the Shrew
Tobacco Factory, Bristol 
Feb 13th – Mar 15th 
Director: Andrew Hilton

Review by Sophie Pollard</strong>

Shakespeare’s ‘play within a play’ serves up forbidden fruit by the bucket load in the first instalment of this year’s Shakespeare season at the Tobacco Factory. The forbidden apple, Bianca, has a myriad of suitors desperate for her hand in marriage yet she is forbidden to wed until her rotten apple of an elder sister Katherina marries. Bianca’s suitors hastily set about finding a man fit for the task to tame Katherina with plenty of traditional Shakespearean misdemeanours along the way. 

The ‘Taming of the Shrew’ houses a complex narrative to say the least, yet Director Andrew Hilton’s vision makes perfect use of actors, costume and props to make this production accessible to all.
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      <![CDATA[Wonderful Elizabethan inspired costumes designed by Rosalind Marshall are abundant; Luciento’s (Oliver Le Seur) lavish outfit mimics that of piffling Lord Percy Percy from Black Adder II. But Luciento’s costume is not the only thing from Black Adder II, Bill Wallis plays the wonderful drunkard Christopher Sly who is tricked into believing he is a Lord, and hilariously spends most of the performance asleep or flat out on the floor as the complicated wooing takes place for his pleasure.

Leo Wringer rose amicably to the role of Petruchio, commanding the multifaceted personality of lover, manipulator, bully and comic to perfection. Saskia Portway’s performance as Katherina (or Kate) began violently and strikingly (at one point involving a pearl necklace being thrown across the floor in my direction), and then metamorphosises into a dutiful wife. Portway’s soliloquy at the play’s conclusion is true to the text, yet lacks believability. 

Petruchio remains the key to the text for ‘He is more shrew than she,’ and Katherina’s final speech raises the question who is the real tamer and who is the tamed?

<strong>Related links:</strong>
<a href="http://www.tobaccofactory.com/">The Tobacco Factory</a>
<a href="http://www.seatwave.com/theatre-tickets/genre">Theatre tickets on Seatwave.</a>]]>
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