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“Hercules” at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane

This stage adaptation from Disney, of their 1997 movie, is a surprising disappointment. While The Lion King continues as a perennial favourite, and Aladin and Frozen were credible successes, this latest effort is not of the same standard.

Yes, people want the film replicated – there’s no use complaining about that. But the book, from Robert Horn and Kwame Kwei-Armah, makes little effort to introduce any theatricality and director Casey Nicholaw follows suit.

Showing special effects, including super-strength, on stage, is hard. But there aren’t any new ideas about how to do it here. The result is a feeling of being a bit cheated. The puppetry and video are OK… but nothing special. The set is too minimal, with lots of Greek columns coming and going. Except for excellent costumes, from Gregg Barnes and Sky Switser, it all looks a bit cheap. 

The cast is professional and clearly working hard (Zeus is very athletic). Luke Brady, who takes the title role, sounds lovely and his romantic interest Meg, played by Mae Ann Jorolan, has a super voice. There isn’t quite enough of the music, from Alan Menken and David Zippel, to make them shine or the show substantial. It’s clear someone knew this was a problem, but additional numbers are sub-standard.

The highlight of Hercules is the quintet of fabulously dressed Muses recast as Gospel singers. Candace Furbert, Sharlene Hector, Brianna Ogunbawo, Malinda Parris and Robyn Rose-Li sound stunning… even if what they are singing is no big shakes. Credit to Stephen Carlile as well, in his role as Hades, who has thought seriously about his character’s physicality and as a result makes the most successful move (literally) from a cartoon to real life. But Carlile also points out the production’s biggest problem. He is the only character who is funny.

The conspicuous lack of humour in the show must be considered a flaw. The film was funny, no? But the effort not to take itself, or its characters, too seriously, isn’t consistent or successful. There isn’t a funny song either. And it really needs one. The lack of laughs is noticeable for all the roles but three suffer most. The excellent Trevor Dion Nicholas, as trainer Phil, has a tough time; the effort to give him some backstory is pitiful. Even worse, Craig Gallivan and Lee Zarrett, who play Hades’ helpers, get seriously shortchanged with a number shoe-horned too close to the end of the show. 

Hercules is a long way from awful; there’s a lot of professionalism after all. But what few ideas the show has, are made to go too far, making the whole thing stretched and thin.

Booking until March 2025

www.herculesmusical.co.uk

Photo by Johan Persson

“A Face in the Crowd” at the Young Vic

This new musical boasts lots of talent – that delivers – but, regrettably, fails to excite. The excellent Kwame Kwei-Armah directs an incredible cast with a book by Sarah Ruhl and music and lyrics by superstar Elvis Costello. Naturally, expectations are high, and everyone does a great job, but the show is effortful rather than inspired.

Having a film in the background might not help, although Ruhl has adapted Budd Schulberg’s book as well as the screenplay that Elia Kazan used. But that was back in 1957, and the story has dated badly. The larger-than-life character of ‘Lonesome Rhodes’, one time down-and-out, then a TV star who tries to get into politics, sounds as if it has potential, but falls flat. Truth has proved stranger than fiction and a plot that should be fantastical feels old hat.

The action is admirably swift. Although Lonesome’s rise and fall is quick, Rhul and Kwei-Armah examine his psychology thoroughly. There’s a sense of outrage as we move from folksy philosophy to sinister popularism. And the character is intriguing, if predictably hypocritical: viewed by his fans as a mix of Jesus Christ and Santa Claus, he’s big on the state of Arkansas and the state of matrimony. But if the jokes don’t make you laugh out loud, I’d suggest the same problem – none of it is as crazy as real life.

Anoushka Lucas and Olly Dobson in 'A Face In The Crowd'
Anoushka Lucas and Olly Dobson

Lonesome is at least a great role for Ramin Karimloo, who sounds fantastic. There’s superb support for him, too. Firstly, from Anoushka Lucas, a radio producer called Marcia who discovers Lonesome and might, almost, steal the show. Marcia gets the best numbers, which Lucas performs beautifully. Her attraction to her protégé might be given more time but a second love interest for her character (played by Olly Dobson) does well – neither character is simply a foil.

The cast could be bigger and the choreography (Lizzi Gee) more ambitious. But Elvis Costello’s music – pure Americana – will please many. Some of the songs are superb, especially the title number, and the mix of country and jazz is intelligent. It’s a shame the ensemble doesn’t sing together more. And that the advertising jingles are such predictable interludes. If the score doesn’t work quite like a musical, it sounds different and I’m sure a soundtrack would sell.

Still, the show is hard to recommend. Even if Lonesome as a kind of early influencer interests you, the piece doesn’t situate itself well in history. It’s never quite clear what year we are in (and the costume design doesn’t help). But the biggest problem is that the satire is just too tame. And although Karimloo has charisma, his character’s popularity doesn’t convince. It is too easy to explain the confluence of politics and entertainment with ignorance. There is a danger the show becomes as contemptuous of the public as Lonesome is… and that suggestion loses my vote.

Until 9 November 2024

www.youngvic.org

Photos by Ellie Kurttz

“One Night In Miami…” at the Donmar Warehouse

Kemp Powers’ play touches on the depressingly topical struggle against racism with calm sophistication. Placing four iconic African-Americans of the 1960s in one hotel room – each of them at a pivotal moment in their lives and with the US on the brink of change – it’s a brilliantly simple and effective device to examine individual legacies and question how much progress has been made regarding civil rights.

Francois Battiste as Malcolm X.
Francois Battiste as Malcolm X.

Fresh from winning his fight against Sonny Liston, Cassius Clay is about to become Muhammad Ali. Sope Dirisu gives a show-stealing peformance conveying the young man’s charm and naiveté. Clay is meeting with his mentor Malcolm X, performed by Francois Battiste with control and precision. The activist is keen on claiming prize conversions to Islam but political troubles are the tense undertone, as the bodyguards outside the door remind us.

The two are joined by football star Jim Brown and legendary musician Sam Cooke. Both are secular, independent thinkers, about to branch out into acting and political song writing, respectively. David Ajala plays Brown, easily carrying complex arguments with a deft touch of down-to-earth humour. Arinzé Kene takes the part of Cooke, conveying a fierce articulacy and with a few snatches of singing that display an exceptional voice.

Director Kwame Kwei-Armah knows what a treasure this script is and paces it judiciously, treating it with respect. The relationships are woven like an intricate dance. Tempers flare but the friendship here is firm, providing a realistically casual tone with plenty of banter. Ideas come to the fore, with a streak of melancholy around “self destructive dreams” that endanger all four. With race, politics and religion all linked with questions of celebrity and influence, this is an articulate, intelligent and educative night to remember.

Until 3 December 2016

www.donmawarehouse.com

Photos by Johan Persson