Cabaret – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

Bill Kenwright presents
Book by Joe Masteroff
Music by John Kander
Lyrics by Fred Ebb
Directed by Rufus Norris
Curve Theatre, Leicester 15 – 19 October 2019

“Divine decadence, darling” promises Kit Kat Klub singer Sally Bowles as she hoofs it up in Weimar Berlin, the setting for Kander and Ebb’s 1966 musical Cabaret.

Decadence is certainly on display here, gradually overtaken by a descent into humanity’s horrifying depths in this latest Bill Kenwright production, currently mid-way through its 2019 UK tour.

Director Rufus Norris has a longstanding relationship with this show, initially opening at the Lyric Theatre in 2006, followed by a revival in 2012, incorporating new direction, design, choreography and lighting, and several tours since.

Emcee (a magnificent John Partridge) is ringmaster to a troupe of dancers in bondage-inspired, tight black leather lederhosen as they cavort and strut, revelling in their opportunity to be who they want to be in the Kit Kat Klub’s heady atmosphere of sexual freedom. Having got through the Great War, hyperinflation and food shortages, each character’s instinct to live for now but also survive is strong and the sense of increasing desperation as the characters realise the good times are slipping away is deftly handled by Norris.

Whilst the Emcee charts Germany’s changing political climate in a fascinating cocktail of playful camp and sneering menace, it is the relationships between two couples which grip the heart.

American writer Cliff Bradshaw (Charles Hagerty) arrives in Berlin on New Year’s Eve 1930, he meets the opportunistic Sally Bowles (Kara Lily Hayworth) and they embark on a heaven and hellish relationship; Bradshaw’s confused sexuality and realisation of the ominous rise of Nazism clashes with Sally’s head-in-the-sand approach to how the world as she knows it is changing. The well-known musical numbers “Mein Herr” and ‘Cabaret” are superb, and perfect vehicles for Hayworth’s impressive vocals.

The doomed romance between the more senior couple Fraulein Schneider (Anita Harris) and her suitor Herr Schultz (James Paterson) provides a welcome, although ultimately painful, contrast from the more in-your-face provocative liaisons elsewhere. Paterson’s portrayal of Schultz, ever the optimist despite his persecution as a Jew, is particularly moving, as is Harris as she skilfully depicts Fraulein Schneider’s own agonies over her life-changing decisions.

Katrina Langley’s set and costume design and Javier De Frutos’s choreography ignite this production, particularly during the Emcee and the Company’s chilling “Tomorrow Belongs to Me”. There are shades of George Grosz’s Dadaist cartoons, and a hint of Monty Python’s Mr Creosote as a bloated Emcee lampoons in the satirical “The Money Song”.

Always a pleasure to see the band on stage, although Phil Cornwell’s expert musical direction is briefly usurped by Partridge as Emcee conducts the “Entr’acte”.

Innovative and entertaining, yes, but also shocking and dark, this is definitely a show appropriate for teens upwards. Historically and politically relevant, Cabaret still has powerful messages to share, and the haunting finale will stay with me for a long time.

Images by The Other Richard

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My Beautiful Launderette – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

Curve Theatre, Belgrade Theatre Coventry, Everyman Theatre Cheltenham and Leeds Playhouse present
My Beautiful Launderette
by Hanif Kureishi
directed by Nikolai Foster

Curve Theatre, Leicester

“I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks, let’s make lots of money,” sang The Pet Shop Boys in those brash, bold days of the 1980s, and an apt choice of song to include in this new stage version of My Beautiful Launderette (for which The Pet Shop Boys have provided the music), adapted from one of the standout films of the period.

Commissioned as part of a series of TV films and first shown in 1985, the film helped launch the careers of actor Daniel Day Lewis and director Stephen Frears in the groundbreaking, early days of Channel 4.

Writer Hanif Kureishi earned Oscar and BAFTA nominations for Best Screenplay and he has now revisited the piece in this new co-production between Curve, Belgrade Theatre, Everyman Theatre and Leeds Playhouse, directed by Nikolai Foster.

We go back to a South London summer of 1985, back to Thatcher’s Britain, the National Front and making loadsa money. Weighed down by the prevalent motivational forces of income, career and a good marriage, mixed-race Omar (Omar Malik) struggles with his identity, stuck at home caring for his alcoholic, sickly father Papa (Gordon Warnecke—a nice piece of casting as he played Omar in the original film). Omar is given a chance to earn a living and some respectability at his loud, lewd uncle Nasser’s (Kammy Darweish) launderette and he becomes immersed in the macho world of his Pakistani relatives.

A chance meeting with a childhood friend Jonny (Jonny Fines) inspires him to transform the business into a moneymaking venture (with the help of some sideline drug dealing). Jonny is on the dole, sleeping rough and part of a racist gang but, as Jonny helps Omar with the launderette, the pair embark on a love affair which leads inevitably to conflict and violence.

Thirty-five years ago, this story broke many boundaries in its portrayal of the lived experience of immigrants in Britain—invited here, yet the victims of appalling racism and abuse—as well as showing homosexual relationships positively.

What’s changed since then, though? You could argue Britain is a more tolerant society, that we’ve moved on, however, whilst some themes still resonate, I was hankering for a My Beautiful Launderette re-set for today. For example, the double standards associated with the treatment of women and women’s experiences in marriage are also a key theme of the piece, yet this feels ready for further exploration rather than a somewhat two-dimensional representation from the ‘80s.

Performances are impressive: Malik and Fines’s relationship is the soft, tender heart at the centre of a world of intolerance, misogyny and prescribed futures. Hatred is chillingly personified by Hareet Deol as the ruthless Salim and Paddy Daly’s seething, swaggering racist thug Genghis. Impressive doubling also by Balvinder Sopal (as Bilquis, dutiful wife of Nasser, and National Front gang member Moose) and Cathy Tyson (as Nasser’s mistress Rachel and Cherry, Salim’s wife). The predicament of Nasser’s daughter Tania, desperate to fulfil her own dreams and escape a lifetime of servitude, is movingly portrayed by Nicole Jebeli.

My overriding impression though is of patchiness: Grace Smart’s set, whilst nicely representing the period and versatile as the actors sometimes scale its frames and fittings, also seems to clutter Curve’s Studio, leaving a limited area front and centre stage and which necessitates static delivery.

The dialogue itself is awash with exposition. Scenes work best when characters are revealed through humour and the ribald language of the whisky-fuelled male get-togethers, or poignant conversations between mother and daughter. Characterisation is also patchy; the actors do well with what they have to work with, but motivations are at times puzzling, particularly Jonny.

As a snapshot of a time past, this is an assured production, but I can’t ignore the feeling it is also an opportunity missed to explore where we are now.

Images by Ellie Kurttz

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War Horse – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

National Theatre and Handspring Puppet Company present
War Horse
based on the novel by Michael Morpurgo, adapted by Nick Stafford
directed by Marianne Elliott and Tom Morris
Curve Theatre, Leicester 18 September – 12 October

Despite its première relatively recently (October 2007), this heartbreaking and heart-lifting story seems already firmly embedded in the national consciousness. Even if you’re not one of the eight million who has seen the National Theatre and Handspring Puppet Company stage co-production worldwide, there’s Steven Spielberg’s 2011 film version of Michael Morpurgo’s 1982 children’s book.

Extracts of the production have also been performed during many recent occasions of remembrance of the First World War in which this story is set, and Basil Jones and Adrian Kohler’s puppet designs must now have reached iconic status. Joey and Topthorn, the two war horses, are to-scale puppets—a torso of mesh over a segmented frame, mechanical, jointed limbs and a papery mane and tail—brought immediately to life by their three puppeteers who seem melded into their frame and musculature and the horses’ voice and beating heart.

We meet Joey in the bucolic beauty of Devon in 1912 as he takes his first awkward steps in the world, jumpy and unsteady on gangly legs. Ted Narracott (Colin Connor), always up for a wager and a drink, blows the mortgage money and buys Joey at auction. Ted’s son Albert (Scott Miller) sets about training the high-spirited hunter to earn his keep and here the emotional core of War Horse is set; Joey and Albert form a tight bond, young man and horse will do anything for each other.

By now though, Britain is at war with Germany and, behind Albert’s back, Ted sells Joey to the Army to help the war effort (and pockets £100 for an officer’s horse). Joey is teamed up with the magnificent Topthorn and they experience the confusion, destruction and futility of war, as the horses are used on both sides of the trenches, making it through the horror of the Somme to spend the last years of the war pulling a German field gun. Meanwhile, Albert has volunteered, determined to find Joey and bring him home.

Directors Marianne Elliott and Tom Morris drive the story forward unflinchingly, and you should prepare for an assault on your emotions and senses as the horrors of battle and its aftermath contrast with the love between family, friends, comrades as well as human and horse. There is humour, bathos, pathos, joy and despair (and everyone loves The Goose).

It is expected that a National Theatre production will be of a high standard, but this is something else. It is the attention to detail which really struck me: the horses’ twitching ears, nodding head and restless movement whilst standing, the perfect mimicry of the contrasts in the scope of their movements, whether a hard gallop or gentle nuzzling. This is not anthropomorphism, but a stunning representation of the dignity, power and sentience of an animal (although such as can be imagined by a human).

Rae Smith’s design is sublime; the drawing of Joey torn from a sketchbook which keeps Albert going through their separation is represented on a large scale above stage and used as the backdrop for artistic interpretations of the fields of battle and the tranquility of Devon. Paule Constable’s lighting and Christopher Shutt’s sound design add so much to the sensory experience; we are with Joey, Topthorn and the supremely talented cast all the way from the start to the exhilarating and emotional end.

With the estimate that as many horses as men died during WWI, Michael Morpurgo determined to tell the story of the war through the eyes of a horse enlisted to serve. In the programme, Morpurgo considers how his story has developed since its adaptation for the stage and reflects that War Horse is “an anthem for peace”, and is “a universal longing for a world without war”. It is also unforgettable theatre.

Images by Brinkhoff and Mogenberg


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“Emu” soup plus seedy biscuits

I saw an entertaining thread on Twitter last week where people shared family names for favourite meals, usually as a result of a child’s mispronunciation. Thanks to my younger sister we had one which has stuck: peemot (pronounced “peem-ot”, a conflagration of hot and ice cream), and specifically the pudding my mum would make to follow Sunday lunch, a favourite was chocolate sponge pudding with vanilla ice cream; the name has stuck forever.

Sticking with the same sister, the name for this new soup is another nod to our childhood. We loved Rod Hull and Emu and her own Emu hand puppet was a favourite companion.  So, as this soup includes some leftover spring cabbage (Emu being a lover of cabbage water), I’ve gone with emu soup. It is essentially a coming together of leftovers and odd veg – I’ve kind of stuck to a ‘green’ theme but the coriander really gives it a fresh kick.

Emu soup

slug of oil
2 small – medium onions, chopped
1 medium leek, chopped
1 courgette, chopped
about 1/4 small cabbage, shredded
2 medium potatoes, chopped
ground cumin – a good half a teaspoon
vegetable stock – about 750ml
approx 1/4 bag mixed salad leaves
third of a bunch of fresh coriander

Heat the oil and sweat the onions for a few minutes. Add all the veg apart from the salad leaves and coriander. Stir and cook for a few more minutes. Add the stock, stir and bring to the boil (should cover the veg plus a little more). Simmer for about 10 minutes then add the salad leaves and coriander. Cook for another 15 mins or so until all the veg are tender. Blend and season.

Seedy biscuits

This is a recipe from The Great British Bake Off Christmas book (a very welcome Secret Santa present a few years ago). The recipe is called Seedy Flatbreads for Cheese on page 59 (although not credited to anyone).

With 200g of polenta, 275g of mixed seeds, 80 ml of olive oil and some sea salt, I must issue a warning that they are extremely more-ish (note nibbled corner in picture).

I would query the testing of the recipe though as I halve the water content (bring the dough together with approx 200ml recently boiled water). Press onto a baking sheet with greaseproof paper and bake for about 50 mins to an hour at 150C.





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Grease The Musical – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

Colin Ingram for InTheatre, Donovan Mannato, William Sinclair, Hunter Arnold, Ricardo Marques and Araca and Curve present
Grease The Musical
by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey
directed by Nikolai Foster
Curve Theatre, Leicester

Well, I’ve certainly got chills. Now almost at the end of its UK and Ireland tour, this production of Grease The Musical lives up to its ‘electrifyin’ billing and I’m shocked and pleasantly surprised to note I enjoyed this much more than the hugely successful 1977 film version adored by many (including me).

Originally a Made at Curve production, director Nikolai Foster first tackled Grease the Musical in 2015, has since developed it further with producer Colin Ingram, re-cast and received fresh input from new members of the creative team. This includes breathtaking choreography by Arlene Phillips: intricate and inventive in fast-paced numbers such as “Hand Jive” and “We Go Together”, as well as the stylised thrusts, tumbles and knockabout camaraderie of a group of hormonally charged teenagers.

A quick story re-cap: Danny (Dan Partridge) and Sandy (Martha Kirby) meet at the beach on holiday, fall in love but as summer ends, return to their lives thinking their romance was just a summer fling. Danny reverts back to his role of gang leader and greaser at Rydell High School, and what do you know but squeaky-clean Sandy starts at the same high school. What follows is a tug between being yourself, acting tough for your friends, or following your dreams—most of the main characters face a conflict whether it’s bullying, fighting or relationship-related, but they come through in the end to make this a feel-good, fun musical with a well-meaning heart.

This is the first time I’ve felt Sandy doesn’t let the sisterhood down by vamping up to get her man—in a supremely impressive professional debut, Kirby brings out Sandy’s strength of character and the choices she makes are on her terms. Partridge is a smokin’ hot Danny Zuko, torn between tough guy and tenderness, and the Danny / Sandy chemistry is real.

There’s not a dud song in Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey’s score, and some of the original stage musical numbers not given a spotlight in the film version now return (and all hail too to musical director Neil MacDonald and his band, perched high on the stage executing all the classic Grease numbers with aplomb).

These additional songs give the cast time to shine with some welcome character development. Ryan Anderson as Roger and Natalie Woods as Jan share an amusing and touching moment in “Mooning”, and Jordan Abey as Doody ably leads the cast in the charming “Those Magic Changes”.


Damian Buhagiar as Sonny Latieri is a tightly coiled spring of confused cocksurity, putting me in mind of a young Joe Pesci. Rhianne Louise-McCaulsky is an assured and aloof Rizzo, her vulnerabilities laid raw in “There Are Worse Things I Could Do”. These are just a few high points; the whole cast combine like super-charged greased lightnin’—you really feel this gang are on the cusp of change, teetering on the brink of adulthood as rock ‘n’ roll reverberates and rebellion against the old ways takes hold.

This show is great fun: there’s grit, grind and as the title song says, it’s got groove, it’s got meaning.

Images by Manuel Harlan

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The Entertainer – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

Curve, Anthology Theatre and Simon Friend Entertainment present 
The Entertainer
by John Osborne 
directed by Sean O’Connor
Curve Theatre, Leicester
26 – 31 August 2019

Sometimes it’s not clear why a classic play is restaged and set in a different time, or even why it is revisited at all, giving off a faint whiff of a celebrity vehicle or gimmick. Not so with Curve’s new co-production with Anthology Theatre and Simon Friend Entertainment of John Osborne’s 1957 classic The Entertainer and the casting of Shane Richie as our antihero, Archie Rice.

Osborne’s original focus was of a divisive England, with The Entertainer written in the aftermath of the country’s involvement in the Suez crisis and adjusting to the arrival of migrant workers from around the world.

In this production, reset to 1982: the country is in the grip of Thatcher’s Britain, the Iron Lady has dispatched the armed forces to the Falklands following invasion by Argentina and Archie Rice—now reimagined as an old-style stand-up comedian who finds his special brew of racism, misogyny and sexism of reducing appeal to audiences—is forced to confront his life and career.

Rice’s home life is as dysfunctional as his stage act. His marriage to his second wife Phoebe (Sara Crowe) is under constant threat from his philandering and failed business ventures. After a long absence, Archie’s daughter Jean (from his first marriage) arrives, escaping a row with her fiancé. Phoebe worries about her soldier son Mick fighting for his country in the South Atlantic, fusses over Archie’s dad Billy (Pip Donaghy), a past star of the stage himself, and finds some support from her other son Frank (Christopher Bonwell).

Alcohol is a crutch, with the whole family appearing to exist entirely on a diet of gin, beer and Dubonnet. Only Billy seems able to (occasionally) resist the large measures flowing throughout the two-hour play.

As the Falklands War plays out and Archie’s stage act withers, now infamous headlines from The Sun, news broadcasts and snippets of Mrs Thatcher’s addresses to the nation are projected onto a drop screen. Audio extracts from a Not the 9 O’Clock News show sketch (the new upstarts of alternative comedy) highlight racism in the police and are a clever inclusion.

No mention of a set designer in the programme, however, director Sean O’Connor, along with Tim Mitchell’s lighting design, Chris James’s sound design and props supervisor Lizzie Frankl, create a claustrophobic living area for the Rices, complete with framed portraits of the Queen and Tretchikoff’s ubiquitous “Chinese Girl”.

Careful placement of the Union Flag—whether draped over a coffin, as Archie Rice’s last costume change, or the bunting still hanging limply over the window after past celebrations for the Queen’s Silver Jubilee—all symbolise the UK facing questions about her future. And you can’t fail to think of the situation we find ourselves in now: party politics playing out minute by minute and questions about our relationship with ourselves and the world. This is powerful imagery.

Resetting this piece allows Shane Richie to shake off any possible shackles from past iconic ‘Archies’, notably Laurence Olivier and Kenneth Branagh. Archie Rice is a challenging character to convey given he is always performing, whether for his family, his dwindling audience, trying to convince himself as well as us out there in the auditorium. And Archie’s behaviour is not appealing, so it is to Richie’s great credit we come to care about the choices he makes. This is not just the Shane Richie show though and the entire cast is strong; Crowe particularly reveals Phoebe’s strength of character in a desperate situation.

Now embarking on a national tour, this timely production provides a sobering reflection on social politics, family dynamics and comedy, as well as a strident endorsement of Osborne’s status as a pioneer of contemporary British theatre.

Images by Helen Murray

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Reflections – review

This review first appeared in British Theatre Guide

Ayikodans presents
Choreographed by Jeanguy Saintus 
Leicester Cathedral as part of Let’s Dance International Frontiers Festival 2019

Reflections, a new commission by acclaimed Haitian choreographer Jeanguy Saintus and his company Ayikodans, marks the launch of the 9th annual Let’s Dance International Frontiers (LDIF) 2019 festival in Leicester.

Always opening on International Dance Day (29 April), the festival’s theme this year is Black Dance: A Contemporary Voice, and over the course of the next couple of weeks until 11 May, venues around Leicester will showcase and celebrate “the pioneers from the African and African Caribbean diaspora who have shaped the dance ecology internationally”.

Spirituality is another theme for LDIF 2019, and Leicester Cathedral, the venue chosen for this opening performance is particularly apt. Reflections is Saintus’s interpretation of his thirty-year involvement in dance and his relationship with his home country. Considering Haiti’s inextricable relationship with vodou culture, this performance at the altar of a Church of England cathedral adds intriguing layers of discord and harmony (although frustratingly, with seating on the level, lines of sight are inevitably affected and much of the floor work was only visible by those on the front row).

With a golden light shining on the altar from the sun behind us, four dancers dressed in black tunics edged with coloured beads each take up a broom, sometimes used as a tool for its original purpose, sometimes appearing as a yoke across the shoulders, sometimes brandished as a weapon as the dancers striking warrior-like poses.

The four dancers (Emmanuel Gerant, Mackenson Israel Blanchard, Johnnoiry Saint Philippe and Sephora Germain) are stunning in their control, poise and intensity throughout the piece, whether dancing solo, in duet or ensemble. The programme notes that the company performs work which highlights tenacity and survival against the odds, rooted in folklore and tradition. Considering Haiti’s history, survival against the odds is very much a part of everyday life, where slavery, colonisation and corruption, as well as the devastation of the earthquake in 2010 have all left their indelible scars. In terms of accessibility, I would have found some additional programme information on Saintus’s influences and techniques, and / or the folklore which inspired the piece quite helpful as this is a difficult piece to follow with limited knowledge.

That said, this is an impressive commission and the venue certainly added both synergy and oppositional forces. My take on this performance as a whole is one of struggle, sadness but also resilience—I felt a sense of conflict with a higher being, of fighting against an unseen force. Every movement is carried to its fullest conclusion: claw-like fingers extend, muscle-straining holds and strong silhouettes are sustained, then released from position. These rigid movements combine and contrast with more fluid, animalistic poses, and sometimes jerky responses, as if controlled by another. The dancers’ relationship with their hair in one of the later routines is effective, as is the more uplifting final sequence involving water—perhaps a cleansing and release? Drumming and song are key elements of Haitian culture, and the exhilarating drum beats, mournful tones of a cello and chant-like vocals complement the intensity of the dance.

A mesmerising and fascinating performance.

Images by Daniel Azoulay

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