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“The Producers” at the Garrick Theatre

This first major London revival of Mel Brooks’ hit musical is a blast. The story of theatre financiers who stage a flop to make money contains its own critique. The show is both clever and crass. And – like the reviewers of the musical-within-the-musical – I loved it.

The Producers is, genuinely, laugh a minute. Of course, with most of the jokes based on accents, stereotypes and sexual innuendo not all of them land. But if many of the punchlines are so old you can see – or should that be smell? – them coming, that doesn’t stop them from being funny. 

With its Broadway premiere back in 2001, based on a film from the late Sixties, there might be some caution about how the show has aged (especially gags about the casting couch). Not to forget that in-jokes about musical theatre require some knowledge. But the strategy of offending everyone – as an excuse – is tried and tested. 

The sheer quantity of gags is the key. The audience doesn’t get a break or stand a chance. You will laugh – that’s an order.

At full speed from the start, the show is a demanding one for its cast, some of whom did appear a little breathless on the press night. But all the performances are strong and the leads – Andy Nyman and Marc Antolin, as Bialystock and Bloom respectively – are superb. Their physical comedy is top-notch and I lost count of how many silly accents they use. Joanna Woodward stands up to them in fine style as the “Svedish” secretary/star Ulla, while Harry Morrison’s all-out performance as Hitler’s former valet turned playwright is tremendous. Everyone gets the most out of Brooks’ serviceable music and lyrics for the show, always emphasising the comedy.

It is easy to see that the production started in a smaller venue (the excellent Menier Chocolate Factory). While Scott Pask’s set is impressive, in the Garrick it feels a little shrunk and a few laughs might be lost to those in the Gods. But you can enjoy how settled the cast are. Having a long run before the transfer means their teamwork is superb and gives the sense that they’re also enjoying the show.

Springtime for Hitler, the production Bialystock and Bloom hope will bomb, is always going to be the highlight. Lorin Latarro’s choreography comes into its own here and the segment is a hoot. But director Patrick Marber also pays attention to the underlying theme of friendship between the colleagues that simmers in the background and gets some surprisingly moving moments as a result. Nyman and Antolin’s strengths show again. 

Nobody doubts for a moment how silly this whole thing is. But Marber and Brooks know a touch of sentiment in a musical goes down well and they provide it. The show gives us everything. No wonder it’s a hit.

Until 21 February 2025

www.theproducersmusical.com

Photo by Manuel Harlan

2023

“The Time Traveller’s Wife” at the Apollo Theatre 

Any show tackling time travel runs the risk of being judged a waste of just that precious commodity. This new musical adaptation by Lauren Gunderson of Audrey Niffenegger’s best-selling novel isn’t that bad. There’s plenty of talent involved – on stage and off. And it is, broadly speaking, entertaining. But it is bland.

This isn’t sci-fi. The story of Henry, who can’t help going back and forth in time, and Clare, who has to put up with his disappearing, is really about loss and grief. Let’s ignore the uncomfortable idea of Henry meeting Clare when she is a young girl and her waiting to grow up for him. Or Henry’s fascination with his opera-singing mother who died when he was a child but who he waits at stage doors for as a grown man. Instead, Niffenegger’s repetition that “love wins” and that it exists outside time is an idea clearly appealing enough for huge success.

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Joanna Woodward and David Hunter

Even if you think there’s always time for romance, I fear disappointment, as the show is horribly rushed. An awful lot of the book has been crammed on to the stage and, as a result, there’s little room for emotion. Too much time is taken working out what’s going on. And this is all despite the efforts of our leads, David Hunter and Joanna Woodward, who sound great, act well, and, alongside director Bill Buckhurst, make sure the action is clear.

The score is a big disappointment. Indeed, coming from Joss Stone and Dave Stewart, the songs are something of a shock. Nothing is unpleasant (although some incidental music sounds like we’re in a lift) but nothing is inspired. And, too often, perky, sweet or swooning sounds contrast awkwardly with what’s going on in the story. And isn’t it downright odd that, despite the time travel, there’s so little variety in the score? There’s no exploration of the time covered by events. The lyrics, credited to Kait Kerrigan as well as Stone and Stewart, are bad. Attempts at humour fail.

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David Hunter and Ross Dawes

Yet there is stuff to praise in the show. Buckhurst has a lot of success with the staging, helped by Chris Fisher’s illusions. Andrzej Goulding’s video and animation work is a highlight. Anna Fleischle’s design, particularly the costumes, are useful. There are also strong roles for Tim Mahendran and Ross Dawes as Henry’s friend and father, respectively. While the main love story is beige, these incidental figures get the best numbers dramatically. It just seems slim pickings for a big show and not worth travelling (far) for.

Until 30 March 2024

www.timetravellerswife.com

Photos by Johan Persson