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“A Good House” at the Royal Court Theatre

Behind the important subject matter of Amy Jephta’s play is a strong comedy with excellent characters. When a shack appears at the edges of an upmarket housing estate the neighbours’ anxiety reflects wide concerns – especially relating to Jephta’s home of South Africa.

The twist is that while two of the couples who make up the community are white, the husband and wife they approach to help with an eviction order against their new neighbours are black. It is a simple scenario, and it is easy to imagine moments that would have more charge for an audience outside the UK. But the strength of the writing and plenty of detail aid credibility. If the piece comes too close to being just a vehicle for debate, it is a very good mode of transport.

There are three brilliantly written couples, each complex and wonderfully embodied by an excellent cast that includes Kai Luke Brummer, Olivia Darnley, Robyn Rainsford and Scott Sparrow. The observations about them are spot on and Nancy Medina’s careful direction makes the most of Jephta’s work. The arguments the couples have amongst themselves are, particularly, an insightful delight.

The stars, who the play spends most time with, are undoubtedly Mimî M Khayisa and Sifiso Mazibuko, who take the roles of Sihle and Bonolo. Both are wonderful creations. Despite being very different (their backgrounds are explored in depth), it is easy, compelling in fact, to respect them, and both performers bring them to life not only with integrity but with an eye to the excellent humour in the script.

Jephta has a brilliant way with class and race – both are satirised with cringe-worthy moments and full-on offensive remarks. A great effort is made towards balance, cleverly flipping between prejudices surrounding both. Is racism or capitalism the dominant evil? There are plenty of opposing arguments on offer. It does make sense that people care for their community, and it is obvious that they value their homes, but nobody has seen those living in the shack… we know nothing about them.

Money is the key, as the buck literally stops with house prices. There’s a fantastic moment for Darnley, whose character is an estate agent and whose exasperation is wonderfully well hidden. Jephta engenders debate, and her play is all the better for that. With a clear take on human nature and how identities are constructed – by ourselves and others – what’s built here is a sturdily constructed play that is worth a great deal.

Until 8 February 2025

www.royalcourttheatre.com

Photos by Camilla Greenwell

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“The Devil May Care” at the Southwark Playhouse

Mark Giesser’s adaptation of George Bernard Shaw’s 1897 play, The Devil’s Disciple, is interesting, if flawed. The action is moved from Revolutionary America to the Philippine-American War which started at the turn of the 20th century. It’s a period of history I confess is new to me but parallels with the British Empire and American interventionism, which I’d guess Shaw would like, are thought-provoking.

There are moments when Giesser’s treatment is brash. Scenes that show politicians campaigning share a tub-thumping quality the writing is trying to criticise. And a satire on the American press abroad is too shouty to be funny. But Giesser’s own direction makes the action clear. And the cast members get to show their strengths taking on an awful lot of extra roles. Richard Lynson, who performs as a vicar and General MacArthur, deserves highlighting, brilliantly switching characters and bringing out intriguing parallels.

The idea of changing the setting doesn’t detract from Shaw. So, how much you enjoy the show will depend on how you feel about the original. The piece is a family drama, a romance, and a moral conundrum all mashed up. Plenty to enjoy or too much of a mix seem equally valid responses. And it all arrives at speed, with many of the characters’ reactions rushed and plenty of the paradoxes Shaw liked to underscore on offer.

The Conroe family who the action revolves around are a (too) strange bunch, pretty much all unlikeable. The mother and one son, who is in the military, seem happy following a plan from the black sheep of the family, Richard, to take the place of the vicar and be executed for helping local rebels. The fact that motives are vague is partly the point. The dark humour around the situation builds – the scene of Richard’s kangaroo trial is good – but the production isn’t quite witty enough overall.

Giesser has the sensible idea of emphasising the strong female roles so that Jill Greenacre, as a formidable matriarch, has some good lines. And a biracial step-niece is a role managed very well by Izyan Hay, who makes the most of her character’s brief backstory. There are problems for Beth Burrows as the vicar’s wife, though. Making her a lawyer who cannot practice because she’s a woman is a complication too far (bear in mind she is English yet dealing with American martial law).

Burrows is also the show’s love interest – a further tricky call. It’s a little odd, or maybe Shavian, that the struggling marriage is more interesting than the new romance we see. Burrows gets more sense of emotional conflict into one short scene with her husband than anyone else manages in the whole play. Her character’s potential affair is with Richard and may – or may not – be a motive for his self-sacrifice. It’s really only with Richard, who gives the original play its title, that the show comes together. The self-proclaimed Satanist, an arms dealer and general ne’er-do- well, makes a great role for Callum Woodhouse, who brings neat touches of understatement to the part: he is funny, charming but also biting and cynical. Woodhouse carries the show. Shaw’s philosophising villain is fascinating but, regrettably, not quite enough to save the night.

Until 1 February 2025

www.southwarkplayhouse.co.uk

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“The Grim” at the Old Red Lion Theatre

Edmund Morris’ hour-long play is a fringe theatre treat. The writing is neat and the performances are fun. It’s a comedy horror, with a touch of crime drama, set in an undertaker’s shop, with a murderer returning from the dead. I laughed a lot and jumped (once). It’s all good.

Morris’ comedy is strong on observation – his characters being of a similar age and sharing a love of sweets helps. Setting the play in the 1960s might need elaborating on, but there’s some nice detail about Irish folklore that impresses. Best of all, every line is delivered enthusiastically. Morris also stars and, if he rushes a little, his speed helps the humour overall. Louis Davison is funny, too (they are a strong comedy pairing). He revels in trying to creep us out with scary stories, including one about the titular spectral dog (I could have had more of this). With the arrival of Jackie (Harry Carter), a formidable yet charismatic gangster who has been shot after killing a policeman, the jokes continue.

A twist that the corpse brings to the crime sub plot might be expanded, both boys believing what they read in the papers could be questioned and a few clues beforehand would have been nice. Nor is a spooky phone call explained fully. Maybe it doesn’t need to be? Like the spooky sound effects (from Fergus Carver) unnerving the audience is reason enough. The direction from Ben Woodhall is sharp, the show whizzes by, and leaving an audience wanting more is no bad thing. Morris isn’t afraid of clichés – comedy, horror or crime – and he uses them well, creating an accomplished, knowing script that is highly entertaining.

Until 18 January 2025

www.oldredliontheatre.co.uk

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“Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” at the Almeida Theatre

Director Rebecca Frecknall is an expert in staging Tennessee Williams’ plays. While her acclaimed production of A Streetcar Named Desire, which also started in this Islington venue, is due back in the West End in February, this latest revival deserves similar success. Frecknall appreciates the tenor of each piece, marking this one by its force. There is a violence to the language, more tense than poetic, that is undoubtedly powerful.

There’s star casting… if that’s your thing. Kingsley Ben-Adir and Daisy Edgar-Jones take the roles of Brick and Maggie, whose failed marriage we watch. Ben-Adir is an excellent stage drunk (essential here) and gives a cleverly passive performance as the former sports star drinking himself into oblivion. Edgar-Jones makes her character bravely unsympathetic, taking care that we don’t feel sorry for Maggie. There’s a little too much shouting, especially considering Maggie’s paranoia about being overheard, and Edgar-Jones’ physicality isn’t quite convincing (might she be a little young for the role?), but she is suitably formidable and an engaging stage presence.

Maggie and Brick’s dilemma is a good deal simpler than some of the drama in Williams’ classics. The arguments are fraught and drag a little. The wider family dynamics, including the drama surrounding Brick’s father, are interesting but also repetitious. It is Lennie James’ superb performance as ‘Big Daddy’ that elevates the long act between father and son, while the complexity Clare Burt adds to her role as ‘Big Momma’ lights up her scenes. With both of these experienced performers, some of Williams’ humour is allowed through – tricky but welcome.

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Seb Carrington and Lennie James

Frecknall focuses on Brick, who is barely off stage. His trauma around the death of his best friend Skipper provides the play’s emotional content and leads to a lot of talk about truth and lies. Ben-Adir gets credit for angst and is aided by an accompanying pianist with a suitably discordant score from Angus MacRae. Seb Carrington takes this additional, non-speaking part and, as the action progresses it becomes clear that he is a ghostly Skipper. Carrington is excellent, strangely ethereal and an unforgettable presence.

Probably like most of the audience, the production is in no doubt that Brick and Skipper’s relationship was romantic. Williams’ notes in the text itself are more elastic, and it might surprise that a 2023 production doesn’t lean into that ambiguity. But the result is certainly anguished. This is a tortured affair – and great drama. Coming soon to the Almeida is a Eugene O’Neill play, it will be exciting to see what Frecknall makes of another American great.  

Until 1 February 2025

www.alemida.co.uk

Photos by Marc Brenner

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“The Tempest” at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane

Director Jamie Lloyd delivers every time. The big draw for his new production of Shakespeare’s late play is the West End debut of Sigourney Weaver as Prospero and, since she never leaves the stage, we get a lot of her. You came for a star? You get a star…

Weaver’s is not the clearest delivery I’ve heard, but it is good. She is a focused presence, often stationary, drawing in energy as her character’s magic controls what’s going on. We never doubt this Prospero’s power – which diminishes tension a little – but Weaver is truly magnetic.

No doubt it’s a thrill to see such famous faces on stage (Lloyd’s career proves as much). But the production has more to offer. There’s a reason actors of Weaver’s status want to work with him: the production is bold, controlled, and has big ideas.

Let’s take the bombastic first; Soutra Gilmour’s set is stunning. Shakespeare hasn’t been staged at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane in a long time and the space, so perfect for big musicals, is huge. Maybe with a nod to Weaver’s movies (although it is described as “barren”) the isle’s setting looks like a moonscape. Gilmour works marvels with huge curtains of gauze. For added drama there’s Jon Clark’s ambitious lighting design including some tricky total blackouts.

The island is, famously, “full of noises”. Sound designers Ben and Max Ringham must have been rubbing their hands at the job. Their work is loud. Too often the amplification is to the detriment of the poetry, but the effects are good and help with the plot. The Ringham’s are also co-composers to a score from Michael ‘Mikey J’ Asante, available to buy soon I’d bet.

For all the epic feel, the production is emphatically not cinematic. Lloyd knows theatre shouldn’t compete with film – it has something else to offer (that’s his point when he uses live recordings). There are good old fashioned theatrical techniques here, including a lot of aerial work for… Ariel!

To further balance the grand touches, this is also a cerebral version of The Tempest. Weaver reflects the thought process behind the grief, revenge, and forgiveness that is going on. And Lloyd points out that much of this is happening in people’s heads. It is the mental anguish Prospero’s illusions creates that are continually emphasised (notably, the joyous wedding masque is downplayed). There’s a focus on choreography, with characters coming forward into a spotlight or circling one another in their confusion. It all looks great. And, often it makes the play easy to follow. But there is a sense that characters are puppets for Prospero… or maybe for Lloyd.

Much of the cast suffer from the stylised staging. The play’s villains merge into one, despite the efforts of Tim Steed and Oliver Ryan. Young lovers (Mara Huf and James Phoon) fade into the background. Like romance, there’s little room for humour so Jason Barnett’s Stephano and Mathew Horne’s Trinculo (always difficult roles) are also lost. Jude Akuwudike and Selina Cadell, as Alonso and Gonzalo, fare better and make their roles unusually interesting.

Mason Alexander Parks in The Tempest
Mason Alexander Park

It’s the characters that are other-worldly that excel. An unrecognizable Forbes Masson takes the part of Caliban; the physicality of his performance is commendable. Mason Alexander Park’s Ariel is particularly impressive, benefitting from the music in the show and its special effects. Affection for Prospero is balanced well with the desire for freedom, giving the character a melancholy touch. And there’s an element of theatricality to this Ariel that is fascinating; they seem to enjoy tricks played and fear induced. Park is the only challenge to Weaver’s dominance and does so well that they may be the real star of the show.

Until 1 February 2025

www.thejamielloydcompany.com

Photos by Marc Brenner

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“The Little Foxes” at the Young Vic Theatre

Family dramas don’t come sharper than this. Lillian Hellman’s classic about the business affairs of the Hubbard siblings brims with tension in Lyndsey Turner’s production. A stunning cast does justice to quality writing, making this a real cracker of a show.

Leading the action is the ever-excellent Anne-Marie Duff, who plays the formidable Regina. There’s subtlety as well as high emotion in Duff’s portrayal of this desperate woman, who is ruthless, but perhaps not quite as competent as she might believe. While it’s hard to take your eyes of Regina, Duff and Turner are too good to make her the sole focus.

The men who come up against Regina’s plotting are excellent. Her two brothers – played by Mark Bonnar and Steffan Rhodri – are a great exercise in compare and contrast, showing two chilling sides of the business world. Does Benjamin’s cool pragmatism or Oscar’s stubbornness and stupidity scare you more? And there are two roles for John Light to excel in. Very neat casting has him double as a potential business partner and then transform into Regina’s dying husband. In both cases, it’s his money everyone is after, but Light gives the two characters startling depth.

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John Light

Turner moves the play away from its original turn-of-the-century setting. Instead of 1900, Lizzie Clachan’s design is late 1960s, with some of the costumes sneaking into the 1970s. Tingying Dong’s sound design is very ‘now’, with some great choral arrangements from composer Phillippe Cato. There are, subsequently, incongruous mentions of horse-drawn carriages along with some very dated attitudes. And it makes the status of the African American servants (further excellent performances from Andrea Davy and Freddie MacBruce) something of a puzzle. Presumably the intention is to bring the audience up short, to move us away from comfy period piece and illustrate how enduring these concerns about big business are.

With the fictional family described as “locusts” more than once, it’s easy to see a critique of capitalism in Hellman’s work. There are nods to how greed impacts a whole community. Arguably, though, there is a cautious conservatism driving this – the motivation is more about taking care than any radical critique. 

It is the impact on the family that is at the heart of The Little Foxes. Throughout the play, Regina’s sister-in-law acts as a foil, being from a wealthy old family, now imprisoned in a loveless marriage. It’s a tricky role that Anna Madeley excels in, creating a sympathetic character and revealing alcoholism with super skill. As the play progresses, Regina’s young daughter comes to the fore. How will what she has seen shape her? So final praise goes to Eleanor Worthington-Cox, who takes this role so capably, moving centre stage, showing her character’s development and providing the play’s thrilling final moments.

Until 8 February 2025

www.youngvic.org

Photos by Johan Persson

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“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” at the Barbican Theatre

Director Eleanor Rhode’s production of Shakespeare’s comedy won rave reviews earlier this year at Stratford-upon-Avon. The show certainly looks great. Designer Lucy Osborne populates a bare stage with enormous bead curtains and huge paper lanterns that form a canvas for Will Duke’s excellent video design and Matt Daw’s accomplished lighting. But, regrettably, while it’s a treat for the eyes, the rest of the play offers little pleasure. I’m confused about all those starry reviews.

Rhode does have great new ideas. There are moments of tension between warring couples (Oberon and Titania, Demetrius and Helena) that show the depth of their relationships. Having Titania’s attendants appear as lights is nice and, like several illusions masterminded by John Bulleid, well executed. There’s also an excellent end to Act 3, Scene 2 when Puck leads the lovers “up and down”. Instead of seeing actors pretending not to notice one another, they appear fleetingly one by one, giving the scene extra energy.

These highlights are exceptions, though, within a production that feels flat. Act 1 doesn’t seem to interest Rhode very much. It’s horribly rushed, with nearly every line coming at breakneck speed, so it is difficult to work out what’s going on. The speed causes lots of problems later, especially for the quartet of Athenian lovers (energetically performed by Nicholas Armfield, Ryan Hutton, Boadicea Ricketts and Dawn Sievewright), who are hard to distinguish from one another or care very much about. 

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Oddly, delivery becomes slower as the action speeds up. Here, the comedy suffers and the cast struggles (a few actors are breathless). Only Matthew Baynton’s Bottom seems comfortable working at the pace, giving a confident, if broad, performance that is credible enough. A lot of laughs come from the performers’ gestures rather than their lines, which are predictable and not as well delivered as they should be. We’ve all seen ruder and funnier chinks in walls.

Just as big a problem is how one-dimensionally all the characters are depicted. Might we feel a little sorry for Bottom, or even repulsed by him? Baynton’s version is strictly for laughs. His fellow hempen homespuns fade into the background (although there are nice nods to horror films in their play within the play). Even Adrian Richards makes more of a mark as Philostrate (he’s the Master of the Revels). 

Worst of all are the fairies, who should provide fascination, typified by Katherine Pearce’s Puck. Pearce presents an amiable character (and she has a lovely singing voice), but there’s no mischief and certainly no sense of danger about the role. Of course, there doesn’t have to be. Not every reading of the play needs to take literary theory into account. But losing any thrill or mystery is a mistake. For all the characters, there’s too much nuance lost. This dream is not a nightmare, but it’s forgettable.

Until 18 January 2025

www.barbican.org.uk

Photos by Pamela Raith

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“Bright Places” at the Soho Theatre

Playwright Rae Mainwaring was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis at the age of 23. Her Peggy Ramsay Award-winning autobiographical show tackles her illness with frank humour, touching honesty and a little glitter.

From initial shock to the struggle of life with such a debilitating condition, Mainwaring and her director, Tessa Walker, cover a lot of ground. Mentioning parenthood is particularly rushed – surely that could be a whole other play? But it seems fitting that Bright Places is occasionally overwhelming – there are few aspects of life not impacted by MS.

The show is informative, which is no bad thing. But what impressed me is how theatrical it is. There are three performers – Aimee Berwick, Lauren Foster and Rebecca Holmes – who all play the main character as well as other roles. The trio work well as a team (they are towards to the end of a tour) and have fun with different accents as well as plenty of singing, dancing and poetry. The idea that the show is “small-scale subsidised theatre” is leaned into, with costumes on a rack and minimal props aiding an air of intimacy and energy.

Mainwaring highlights what might be thought of as the performative aspects of being ill. Her character wants to be “the best bloody ill person” ever. There’s plenty of fantasy, theatrics even, about what this might be, including a game show element. All in contrast to reality.

There is humour in Mainwaring’s script and the cast does very well with it. But there is also an effort to avoid suggesting jokes can really help that much. The idea that anyone should smile through pain can be a dangerous one. Which is not to suggest Bright Places is miserable… hope grows in the play. 

A first effort joining a support group is described as being in “a fan club for a band you don’t like”. But, by the end, a community is found, appropriately enough, through a dance group. Embracing the healing power of performance is a fitting end to this smart and inspiring show.

Until 7 December 2024

www.carbontheatre.org.uk

Photo by Graeme Bradiwood

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“The Importance of Being Earnest” at the National Theatre

Max Webster’s hit revival of Oscar Wilde’s masterpiece lives up to its sold-out status. The star-studded cast does not disappoint, Rae Smith’s design is gorgeous and a modern sensibility adds surprise touches that excite.

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Ncuti Gatwa

As introducing Algernon in drag indicates, Webster embraces Wilde’s risqué side. There no point hiding that the practice of ‘Bunburying’- taking on a second identity – is a code to cover escapades. Algernon and his pal Jack camp it up in effete style, literally skipping around the stage. There’s even the suggestion the couple are more than just friends. Taking the roles, Ncuti Gatwa and Hugh Skinner are enormous fun and look as if they are thoroughly enjoying themselves.

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Ronkẹ Adékọluẹ́jọ́ and Eliza Scanlen

So, what happens when it comes to the guys falling in love with women? Or when it comes to the final revelation about their own familial relationship? It’s easy to see a claim here for fluidity (they each have two identities already!). The idea is applied to Gwendolen and Cecily, too, who could end up as lovers rather than sisters, adding new jokes to the fantastic performances from Ronkẹ Adékọluẹ́jọ́ and Eliza Scanlen.

Or you could just focus on Wilde’s silliness. Really, nothing should be taken seriously. The Importance of Being Earnest turns the world upside down (hence the production’s surprising encore). It might be said Webster doesn’t take Wilde as seriously as Dominic Dromgoole, whose enlightening Classic Spring series was a rare treat. But there is a boldness to Webster’s work that’s to his credit. 

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Amanda Lawrence and Richard Cant

There is more to praise. An excellent triumvirate of Sharon D Clarke, Richard Cant and Amanda Lawrence, taking the roles of Lady Bracknell, Canon Chasuble and Miss Prism, are superb. Clarke’s accent is a masterstroke, while the courting curate and his schoolmistress get big laughs as well as being, well, cute! As a final thrill, the physicality in the show, from Gatwa and Skinner in particular, is a genuine surprise. Comedies of manners can be static affairs, Wilde’s lines imposing, but this cast does a great job with physical comedy and stylised movements that makes the production stand out.

Until 25 January 2025

www.nationaltheatre.org.uk

Photos by Marc Brenner

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“All’s Well That Ends Well” at the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse

While Shakespeare’s text mentions life as “a mingled yarn, good and ill together”, it is easy to see why a modern audience might focus on the unhappier parts of the play. The orphaned Helen’s adoration of noble-born Bertram and his behaviour overall are hard to stomach. Director Chelsea Walker’s production takes a forceful approach to the piece that is successfully invigorating.

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Ruby Bentall

Walker’s sympathies are clear – and who’s going to argue with them? Still, it is an achievement to make the women in the play stand out as she has done. There’s a superb starring role for Ruby Bentall as Helen and her performance is great. Even if we can’t fathom why she’s so in love, her determination and scheming fit in a production that feels like a thriller. Bentall is also a strong comedian, getting laughs from some dark humour. The production is notable for making so much of her accomplices in plotting to fool Bertram – Catrin Aaron and Georgia-Mae Myers – who are excellent at showing a moral dilemma while injecting a sense of risk.

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William Robinson and Kit Young

While the virtue of the women was, probably, what characterised them for Shakespeare’s audience, nowadays it is their intelligence. Debates within the play are injected with excitement. The contrast with the men is startling. They seem a little…dull. Or, to be generous, enthralled by their own machismo. Exciting talents Kit Young and William Robinson take the parts of Bertram and his sidekick Paroles. Adding the suggestion the two might be lovers is eye-catching, but it is when Paroles abandons his pretence at being honourable that both characters come into focus. It’s a captivating performance from Robinson as his character acts as a mirror to Bertram’s ‘heroism’ and calls it to account.

Just so we don’t focus on youthful indiscretions in the play (wouldn’t that be a convenient excuse?), Walker is tough on older characters, too. Siobhán Redmond, who is excellent as Bertram’s mother, is petulant. And the sickly king, played by Richard Katz, and Emilio Doorgasingh’s Lafew both show cantankerous abuse of their power. These are the evening’s poorer performances (their characters look a little silly). But Walker makes her points well: less happy ending, more sorry affair. A direct, intelligent approach to the play, executed with few tricks and admirable care, produces great results.

Until 4 January 2025

www.shakespearesglobe.com

Photos by Marc Brenner