All posts by Edward Lukes

2025

“Midnight Cowboy” at the Southwark Playhouse 

Musicals adapted from movies are usually a safe bet. But of the many screen-to-stage shows, using John Schlesinger’s 1969 film is surely a surprise. None other than Bryony Lavery has taken on the task but, unfortunately, the level of effort needed shows. It would be nice to award marks for originality, for taking a risk, but it turns out the idea is a bad one.

It is stressed that this is an adaptation of the book, by James Leo Herlihy, as much as the film. In which case, dropping the snatches of music associated with the movie might have been better, because the show relies on the audience knowing the premise of young misfit Joe Buck coming to New York to work as a gigolo. True, there’s an element of fever dream in Midnight Cowboy, with poverty and drugs fuelling chaos. But the descent to hell is confused as well as relentless.

It’s probably best to leave aside the morals in the story. Are we really OK with having a violent sex worker and his pimp as any kind of hero? The latter is his only friend in New York, a desperate conman called Ratso with a troubled past. The story is bleak to the point of misery porn. The whole show has the puzzling move of inserting humour into the situation: yes, Joe is the world’s worst hustler, and Ratso is oddly endearing, but are laughs appropriate here?

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Max Bowden

The performances are best described as brave. Tori Allen-Martin does well as two very different women, Matthew White and Rohan Tickell have intense roles as two male clients that they make memorable. Max Bowden’s Ratso is admirably complex, he is the only fleshed out character. Paul Jacob French certainly looks the part of Joe, and has the moves, but this is a very tricky role; we can see Joe is clueless, oddly blank, and the depiction follows this. Joe’s job makes him a figure people project onto, so a connection to him is difficult. This problem is complicated by the flashbacks that are supposed to fill Joe out (many of which are hard to hear). Despite all this, Bowden and French make their chemistry clear – no small achievement.

As for the music, written by Francis “Eg” White, the songs are good (the main number is a fantastic, emotional ear worm) but there aren’t enough of them, and they don’t build to anything significant. The delivery is sometimes timid. Again, it’s easy to commend how brave a lot of this is – sex and murder during musical numbers is bold – but the courage doesn’t make it work.

If I had to guess what’s gone wrong, it might be the stress on dreams: Joe’s ambitions, Ratso’s hopes, and various sexual fantasies. But there might be tension here too. Oddly, with little sense of place or time, we miss addressing that big old theme of the American Dream. Thankfully, some of the staging is impressive, the scene changes are good, likewise the projections and lighting. Director Nick Winston’s skills as a choreographer are clear and could have been showcased more. But none of this is enough to save the show from its morbid streak. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we’ve finally found a movie that doesn’t work as a musical.

Until 17 May 2025

www.southwarkplayhouse.co.uk

Photos by Pamela Raith

2025

“Playfight” at the Soho Theatre

It’s not unusual for a coming-of-age play to make some audience members feel old. Julia Grogan’s story of three friends, focusing on them at the ages of 15, then 18, shocks and surprises. Its characters might feel almost alien. At least, I felt ancient, and the play is all the better for that.

There is a lot here that is extreme. There’s a suicide at the start – of a young man who has sex with one of the 15-year-olds without knowing her age – and self-harm features prominently. Sexual violence is more than the backdrop to these young lives – it shapes them, and it is scary.

The frank discussions of sex, the prevalence of pornography and the girls’ different desires might also be termed extreme. These teens are “dreaming of bliss” and want nothing less. Searching for belief, with either Christianity or a vaguely pagan connection with the tree they all meet under, baffles a bit, too (and, with the latter, leads to a literally fantastic, dreamlike scene).

Grogan deals with her material so cleverly we cannot write it off as exaggeration. First, there is humour. Playflight is a raucously funny script, that will make you “crease” (as the kids say). A lot of the laughs come from the girls’ vivid imaginations – some of what they say, occasionally out of ignorance, is crazy. But even when their world-weary pretence slips and we see them as naïve children, what they are going through feels real. And they are tired sick of how they are treated.

Director Emma Callander treads the fine line within this serious comedy with a skill that matches the script. The performances from Nina Cassells, Sophie Cox and Lucy Mangan are superb (just consider how we see them grow up – a short final scene is when they are 24). They are fantastic roles. Presented as sex-obsessed, studious and saintly – an odd trio you might find difficult to see as friends – Grogan refuses to make them stereotypes. Keira, who seems not to care, is full of concern as well as sharp, challenging, arguments, Zeinab’s romantic desires for Lucy are more complex than a teenage crush, while Lucy is far more than the little girl lost she might seem (or pretend) to be.

Along with plenty of laughs, there is a foreboding tension that makes the piece distinctive. And its arguments about how women are treated are as powerful as they are forthright. Confounding, without being contrary, is a tough move to pull off. It’s this that makes the play so exciting (and makes you keen to see what comes next from Grogan). I bet Playfight proves memorable and I’m old enough to spot that.

Until 26 April 2025

www.sohotheatre.com

Photo by Paul Blakemore

2025

“The Play’s The Thing: A One Person Hamlet” at Wilton’s Music Hall

With Fiona Laird’s accomplished direction and an astounding performance from Mark Lockyer, this solo production of Shakespeare’s masterpiece cannot fail to impress.

Lockyer is a supremely skilled, technically accomplished and hugely charismatic actor, so the quality of his performance is a joy. It is a marvel to see him switch roles and to note how clear the plot remains. Just think of the work behind this version – in itself an inspiring story.

Laird’s idea for the project apparently began during lockdown, with a reflection on how much time many of us spent alone. Lockyer’s own battle with mental health is, surely, another factor. But it is with a light touch that these painful experiences combine into an insightful version of the play.

Why do we praise an actor? Usually, it’s down to a combination of their knowledge of the character they take and how they show that person relating to others. Here, every role has to be considered. Each is intense in its own way and the relationships between the various personalities are rendered with startling clarity. 

Simply, Lockyer is great in every part. In the title role he is understated, one of the saner Danes. There’s no fanfare about his entrance (a move I always prefer) and it is clear he loves Ophelia. Laertes shares this affection, while being a suitably virile counterpoint to the prince. While there are moments of struggle with the female roles, the older male ones are superb: this is a brilliant Polonios, dignified as well as funny, while Claudius is the epitome of tortured cunning.

This is a stripped-back Hamlet. There are no props (not even a skull) and, while Tim Mitchell’s excellent lighting design helps, it really is Lockyer alone on a stage. How it all works is magical. While there is, understandably, less to look at, action in the plot is emphasised and, as a consequence, excitement secured – Fortinbras and his army loom large and (great touch) Hamlet is handcuffed on his way to England. Laird’s edit of the text is brilliant. No characters or story are cut and any lines omitted make sense. One notable absence is Hamlet’s advice to the players, which seems particularly appropriate. A speech about how to act just isn’t needed here.

Until 12 April 2025

www.wiltons.org.uk

2025

“(This Is Not A) Happy Room” at the King’s Head Theatre

While Rosie Day’s new play might suit a screen more than a stage it is entertaining and well-acted. As the dysfunctional Henderson family meets for a super stressful wedding, we get to enjoy larger-than-life characters, most of whom are successfully drawn, which a talented cast gets the most out of. The play has just enough good jokes, many propelled to laugh-out-loud level by the performers.

There are three siblings here, all of whom are damaged. The very funny Andrea Valls plays control freak Laura, Jonny Weldon’s Simon is an accomplished hypochondriac, while Day herself takes the role of Elle, a young and successful actress she is a bit hard on. A nostalgia for the late 1990s is shot through the play, which narrows its potential audience, as does the class of the characters, but Day clearly knows her stuff and the observations are decent if not surprising.

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Amanda Abbington

A trio of secondary roles are less successful (husband, demented aunt and psychologist) despite the efforts of Tom Kanji, Alison Linley and Jazz Jenkins. These parts also get laughs but, as we spend less time with them, they feel flatter. All three are balanced by another late arrival – Amanda Abbington, as the magnificent mother, who excels with her Waspish stiff upper lip. Abbington makes every one of her lines land.

There are flashes of profundity to the script that raise interest but struggle to convince as they lack consistency and, being scattered around, provoke a rambling feel. A similar problem comes with several big plot twists. While it’s impressive that these change the comedic feel less than they might (the jokes carry on) the gags aren’t quite as good. Revelations come a little too thick and fast, adding to the sense of a script that’s a tad out of control. It’s still far more celebration than commiseration but, like the events in the play itself, a bit more planning might have been beneficial.

Until 27 April 2025

www.kingsheadtheare.com

2025

“MJ” at the Prince Edward Theatre

Trying to be more than a tribute act, yet still pleasing fans, makes for an interesting conflict within this hit show about the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. A biography of Jackson’s life up to the fabled Dangerous tour of 1991, there’s a lot of material, expertly handled by director Christopher Wheeldon, leading to numerous hits peppering the action. If you want the songs, you’ll get them… but there’s something more interesting struggling to emerge. The ambition here is bigger and that is to be applauded, even if that ambition isn’t quite fulfilled.

The smart move is getting acclaimed playwright Lynn Nottage on board to make a characteristically clear and sensible contribution. Of course, there’s Jackson’s early life and speculation on how that affected him. The story of juvenile stardom ends up moving. It’s true that we never question Jackson’s genius, even if we see him as stubborn to the extent that he frustrates everyone and bankrupts himself. And the show is easy on mad moments and scandal. Instead, Nottage gives us a celebration of the artist’s imagination, a journey into his creativity. And that’s actually more interesting.

The songs are broken down, experimented with, by David Holcenberg and Jason Michael Webb, who are responsible for the interesting orchestrations and arrangements. Extravagant sets and costume design (Derek McLane and Paul Tazewell) are called for and delivered. And for Wheeldon, who is also the show’s choreographer, it is Michael Jackson and dance that come to the fore. There’s a potted history of those who inspired him: the music and the movement always go together and this is some of the best dancing you can see in the West End.

It’s a shame, and an irony not lost on anyone involved, that Jackson’s biography, well, gets in the way. The device of a journalist (a neat role for Philippa Stefani) sums it up: while sympathetic, she can’t help trying to find a scoop. The character points out that Jackson’s trauma trumps his art. But a similar thing happens to MJ as well. The show itself tries to use personal pain (linking the song ‘Thriller’ to his father is spectacular). But the approach isn’t consistent, and too much of the time songs are crammed in. We’re told this is what Jackson wanted – for his songs to come first – but it means the musical becomes one just for his admirers.

In the end, the success of the show comes down to the performances, which everyone can enjoy. A strong ensemble dances magnificently and an excellent supporting cast includes Ashley Zhangazha, who plays Jackson’s father and tour director brilliantly. And there are three Michaels, each fantastic. A child performer is sure to win applause, while Mitchell Zhangazha takes on early hits with fantastic skill. The star is the Jackson of the Dangerous era, played by Jamaal Fields Green, who is stunning. It isn’t a question of impersonation. These performers must share the power of one of the most charismatic performers ever. That Fields Green, who has also performed the role on Brodway and the US national tour, so fully convinces is an incredible achievement.

Until 21 June 2025

www.mjthemusical.com

Photo by Matthew Murphy

2025

“Retrograde” at the Apollo Theatre

Even with five-star reviews from its premiere at the Kiln Theatre, a West End transfer for a play about Sidney Poitier was never guaranteed. Considering the ‘action’ is three people in one room talking about two pieces of paper, it could be considered a tough sell. But Ryan Calais Cameron’s new play is wonderfully rich. Looking at “trailblazer, activist, icon” Poitier at the start of his career in such a sophisticated and provocative style would surely have made its subject proud.

On the eve of signing a contract with a TV station, Poitier finds himself caught up in Senator McCarthy’s “red scare”, potentially ending his career before it begins. While the subject feels topical – it’s hard not to draw parallels with current events – Cameron doesn’t sacrifice historical context (younger members of the audience seemed a little puzzled, if enthusiastic). This is a solid period drama that makes its points with a firm understanding of the past while allowing us to think about the present day.

Amit Sharma’s confident direction helps. It’s clear he appreciates the strength of the script and he paces it wonderfully. It’s the characters who are the key, and the cast also rises to this quality material. Ivanno Jeremiah does justice to Poitier with a commanding performance. As his character’s admiration for Paul Robeson indicates, it’s good to have a hero. And, like the best heroes, this one has complexity. The will-he-won’t-he signing of a “loyalty oath” is accompanied by moving, tearful anguish from Jeremiah, and his dialect work, with Poitier’s accent slipping at times of stress, is accomplished.

Retrograde is also strong when it considers the industry it is set in. The issues are bigger than TV and Hollywood but wider implications aren’t overplayed. OK, nods to representation aren’t subtle… but they are convincing enough to answer critics who might regard them as a solely contemporary concern. Cameron doesn’t have to work hard to make us believe in the mendacity of the movie business but still does a grand job. And it’s neat that there’s a great role for a writer, the passionate but ineffectual Bobby, whose project Poitier is connected to. A good man but with flaws, and subject to temptation, the performance from Oliver Johnstone brings his qualities out perfectly. 

Cameron also knows how a play can benefit from a great villain. And it’s here that he has excelled himself in the form of the play’s lawyer. Stanley Townsend’s Mr Parks comes close to stealing the show, which in itself is a brave move. Parks talks some sense but, as Poitier points out, he is greedy and afraid. He’s easy to hate but we’re allowed to admire him too, since he brings out the joys of a script crammed with brilliant insults. Many are uncomfortably racist, sexist and scatological. But even more are very funny. “As stupid as a soup sandwich” is my favourite, but invective of this standard is a treat. Retrograde, like its subject, is a class act, so well-written and performed that the West End is lucky to have it.

Until 14 June 2025

www.apollotheatre.co.uk

Photo by Marc Brenner

2025

“The Mosinee Project” at the New Diorama Theatre

Writer and director Nikhil Vyas has found a great subject for this new short play. Along with original co-creator and dramaturg Aaron Kilercioglu, he presents an odd slice of history: 1 May 1950, when a small town in Wisconsin was taken over by Communism.

Of course you’re intrigued! And the fact that the event was only staged actually adds to the show’s theatrical potential. Vyas and his team (additional material is credited to Breffni Holahan, Jessica Layde, Jonathan Oldfield, Martha Watson Allpress and Millicent Wong) handle the topic with almost too much restraint. But the facts are fascinating. 

In the midst of McCarthyism, The American League, a veterans organisation, masterminded proceedings to highlight the threat of the “red menace”. Showing us the build-up to the day might be more exciting. Did nobody object? Could plans have got out of hand? But is this fair criticism? The show is presented as a documentary, a little like a lecture, so the painstaking efforts separating verbatim and imagined scenes are important in themselves. There are plenty of addresses to the audience, news photos and recordings as well as video work aimed at suggesting the real-life location. 

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It’s a shame, though, that more isn’t revealed. Especially about the impact of the event. The three strong cast – Camilla Anvar, Jonathan Oldfield, Martha Watson Allpress – all impress, slipping in and out of their roles effortlessly and serving as trustworthy documentarians. But they also take on smaller roles as the town’s residents and this section could have easily been expanded.

The focus becomes an argument about whether the project is just a propaganda piece or something genuinely educational, embodied in a conflict between two of its organisers who, in a bizarre twist, were former Communists themselves. The tension between the two men doesn’t quite come through. And an extra debate about what stories really scare us isn’t elaborated on satisfactorily by Vyas. But for sheer ambition and interest The Mosinee Project is admirable. I didn’t quite learn as much as I wanted, but leaving intrigued and wanting more isn’t a bad outcome.

Until 22 March 2025

www.newdiorama.com

Photo by David Monteith-Hodge

2025

“Alterations” at the National Theatre

Michael Abbensetts’ play, revived via the Black Plays Archive project for the first time since its 1978 premiere, is easy to commend. The script, with additional material by Trish Cooke, is neat. Abbensetts has important things to say and says them well. The action is tight, following West Indian immigrant Walker Holt over the course of his “make or break day” as he works to secure his own tailoring business.  

This is an ‘issues’ play, reportedly inspired by the Kitchen Sink school, with plenty of detail about the racism that Holt and his friends face. Abbensetts’writing is nuanced, with a love triangle subplot that provides an impressively strong female perspective. Its thorough, well-rounded characters are impossible not to care about. 

With such a strong base, it’s no surprise, yet still an achievement, that the acting is superb: sure-footed, impassioned and enjoyable. Led by Arinzé Kene as Holt, who is a commanding presence, his character’s employees, played by Gershwyn Eustache Jnr and Karl Collins, are superb as they tackle their difficult boss and reveal complex dynamics. Cherrelle Skeete is excellent as Holt’s long-suffering wife, a powerful role that manages to challenge his dominance. All the cast bring out the considerable humour in the piece.

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Gershwyn Eustache Jnr, Raphel Famotibe and Karl Collins

There’s plenty to like and caveats are small. Some movement (credited to Shelley Maxwell) could be sharper and – take your pick – more naturalistic or more stylised. Here, we have an in-between that’s occasionally messy. The set and costume design from Frankie Bradshaw is undoubtedly accomplished. But I wasn’t sure if the garments rising and falling were connected to Holt’s daydreams and working it out was distracting. And the revolving stage feels unnecessary as the action is set solely in a Carnaby Street workshop. Too much time is taken trying expand the play. This includes a contemporary figure who makes random appearances and feels a forced effort to give the work relevance since Abbensetts already provides a youthful perspective with the character of Courtney, depicted skilfully by Raphel Famotibe. 

There is a sense that Lynette Linton’s usually excellent direction is effortful, excessive. The script doesn’t need the help the production thinks it does as the play opens up by itself. As well as racism, Abbensetts targets capitalism. The price to pay for Holt’s hard work is the loss of love. His happiness is sacrificed in a search for security. That Holt is warned off his ambitions (by another immigrant, Mr Nat, played by Colin Mace) and seems to recognise his mistakes makes the play a tragedy. The changes referenced in the title must start with the personal – a strong idea that doesn’t need overplaying.

Until 5 April 2025

www.nationaltheatre.org.uk

Photos by Marc Brenner

2025

“The Seagull” at the Barbican Theatre

In their new adaptation, Thomas Ostermeier and Duncan Macmillan revel in the metatheatrical potential of Chekhov’s masterpiece. It isn’t hard to see the opportunities in a play with so many actors and so much talk about writing. But the fun had here makes the night entertaining and brings out its humour in a fresh and exciting, way.

The updated touches in the script feel light under Ostermeier’s direction. You might expect vaping and VR headsets to appear, but credit where it’s due – Billy Brag songs and bingo weren’t on my card, and a Bella Freud-inspired T-shirt is an excellent touch (Marg Horwell’s costumes are terrific).

The stand-up microphones on stage throughout, used by characters to address the audience and emphasise lines, might be used too much. But the idea is effective. It’s clear everyone is ‘performing’ their roles and there’s a brilliant moment when amplification is removed. Combined with a thrust added to the Barbican’s stage we see a lot of action in The Seagull as contrived – which is often funny and also moving.

If this were all, I’d be happy. The Seagull is a legendary text and to have left a mark on it is an achievement. But it gets better, as some of the most memorable characters in theatre are brought to life with a stellar cast of players who do each role proud. 

Megastar Cate Blanchett does not disappoint as the famous actress Irina Arkádina, matching Ostermeier in balancing the comic and tragic. All eyes are on her, of course, which is appropriate for the role, and that’s a fact Blanchett uses intelligently. Irina’s counterpoint is the writer, her lover, Trigorin. The reserved performance from Tom Burke is in danger of fading into the background, but this is deliberate, and Burke uses great skill to prevent it happening. A more sympathetic and tormented figure than you might expect, his watching – which sets him at a remove – is worth watching. 

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Tom Burke and Emma Corrin

The whole cast is superb, and the stories of frustrated lives and loves are evenly handled. Jason Watkins is a particularly touching Peter, the retired civil servant who fears he will die before he has lived, while Paul Bazely, Priyanga Burford and Paul Higgins are strong enough to make you reconsider the middle-aged love triangle with Doctor Dorn and the Shamrayevs. Which is all part of the production being especially strong when highlighting the generational divides in the play. This is a credit to all, of course, but the younger characters truly shine. 

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Zachary Hart and Tanya Reynolds

There are raw performances from Tanya Reynolds and Zackary Hart as Masha and Medvedenko (now a factory worker rather than a teacher) making the theme of unrequited love heartbreaking. Emma Corrin’s Nina is distressingly vulnerable, an admirable departure for the actor. And it is a thrill seeing Kodi Smit-McPhee as Konstantin. Like his fellow author, there is a deal of restraint here that is impressive and allows us to wonder about Irina’s cruel observations on Konstantin’s immature works, his “immersive Cirque du Soleil”. It’s the first time I’ve considered that maybe Konstantin’s art isn’t very good.

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Jason Watkins and Kodi Smit-McPhee

It’s not just their clothes (praise again for Horwell) or nods to nepo-babies that make these Gen Z figures topical – there’s also a sense of impending doom that fits Chekhov well. The frustration is more urgent than the original (current affairs get a mention), which might remind audience members of Ostermeier’s politically engaged An Enemy of the People early last year. Such forced contemporaneity can be a turnoff. But together with the strong comedy and careful attention to all characters, even purists should be pleased with this tremendous show.

Until 5 April 2024

www.barbican.org.uk

 Photos by Marc Brenner

2025

“One Day When We Were Young” at the Park Theatre

Director James Haddrell can be proud of this fine first revival for Nick Payne’s 2011 play, “refreshed” by the playwright himself. I’m happy to boast about being a fan long before his breakthrough play Constellations. While it’s interesting to see connections with Payne’s mega hit, let’s be clear that One Day When We Were Young stands on its own and is strong work. 

We see Leonard and Violet at three points in their life: as a young couple the night before he is conscripted to fight in World War II, a little after his return from a POW camp when Violet has married someone else, and then much later, towards the end their lives. These are snapshots, but it is a marvel how much we learn from these complex and relatable characters.

Leonard and Violet are tremendous, if challenging roles. While showing the breadth of Payne’s skill, it’s a lot for the performers to pull off. Thankfully, Cassie Bradley and Barney White, who take the roles, are marvellous. Getting them to fuss around with a set, clever as Pollyanna Elston’s design is, probably isn’t worth it. And if there’s a little struggle with the final scene as very old people, both bring out the romance and sadness in each timescale, appreciating the nuances of the script and its underlying melancholy. 

This is a quiet play. If you said slow, I wouldn’t argue. But the pace shows confidence. A small, simple story about ordinary people is surprisingly rare. Class is a topic handled carefully (Leonard is a butcher’s boy while Violet’s parents own a shop) and Payne’s observations are keen but never pressured. 

It’s the dialogue that really makes One Day When We Were Young work. Payne’s humour is delicate (might it have been encouraged more?) and there’s a naturalness to these conversations, regardless of the tense situations and emotions, that is powerful. Aspirations, hesitations, reservations are all carefully explored in a show that is a well-crafted treasure.

Until 22 March 2025

www.parktheatre.co.uk

Photo by Danny Kaan