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Review Mother Goose, Theatr Clwyd by Donna Williams

Photo credit: Andrew AB

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

It was a joy to be back in the newly refurbished main theatre at Theatr Clwyd for their annual Rock ‘n’ Roll pantomime this year. Theatr Clwyd is currently undergoing a huge redevelopment and aims to gradually reopen, with everything up and running again from mid-2025. The main theatre, renamed Moondance, is the perfect venue for the festive event of the year- for even if sitting in the back row, it’s impossible not to feel part of the action. Audiences were thrilled not to miss out last year as the production moved to the Big Top but unfortunately it lost the intimacy which makes Theatr Clwyd’s infamous panto so special and so, here we are, back to what we know and love…oh yes, we are!

The scene is set immediately upon entering the auditorium with an old farm windmill stage right and an ominous looking water tower with a chute attached stage left (all to be revealed later in the proceedings!) The proscenium arch is adorned with brightly coloured lights and, as always, the show’s title is displayed proudly in the centre, this year decorated with bubbles and rainbows- such a lovely, warm welcome to the new venue! Theatr Clwyd’s sets always have a story to tell, and they’ve even gone one further this year adding a nod to the modern age with flashy computer screens and super tech equipment in Suella de Rhyl’s lair (kudos to whoever came up with our villain’s name this year…and that’s coming from someone who lives in Rhyl!)

The costumes get bigger and better every year (as does Phylip Harries’ Panto Dame chest!) From the beautiful bohemian regalia of Billie Eyelash, the Fairy (another inspired name!) to the sublime and ridiculous Botticelli inspired Birth of Venus costume donned by Dame Gwladys Goose- a huge hand must go to Adrian Gee whose designs are simply show-stopping!

There is something for everyone when it comes to the music and choreography in this production. We’re treated to a version of Beyonce’s Texas Hold ‘Em but with a rather amusing lyric amendment…’This ain’t Wrexham (ooh!), ain’t no hold ‘em (hey!)’, a rip-roaringly appropriate Shake Your Tail Feather and a beautifully performed take on Snow Patrol’s Chasing Cars which is surprisingly moving.

Once again, the cast enthrall us with their capabilities as performers; line dancing one moment then rocking out on guitar the next, tackling some tricky dialogue before heading off to grab their saxophone! Incredible! And the reason, for me, that Theatr Clwyd’s panto is head and shoulders above the rest! No reliance on ‘celebrity’ names, just pure talent!

This production is superbly cast, each bringing their character to life with energy, powerful vocals and spot-on comic delivery. Phylip Harries’ once again shines as the Dame (it will be a sad, sad day when he decides to throw in the boob pads!) but special mention must go to Celia Cruwys-Finnagan as Mari Goose- standing at about five feet tall, this pocket-rocket has a powerhouse voice, sparkling charisma and sheer professionalism in spades! Director Daniel Lloyd is very much missed on stage, having been a pivotal part of Theatr Clwyd’s pantos for many years. However, his experience and expertise on stage mean he is all the better at knowing what works and what doesn’t as a director, and that paired with the witty and original writing of Chris Patterson can only be a recipe for success.

Mother Goose is quite literally the mother of all pantos- it’s got everything, from a brilliant script, a stellar cast and the perfect balance of wit, sentiment and tradition with a sprinkling of Christmas cheer. The new theatre has been christened and what a fabulous beginning to its story! Here’s to the next chapter for Theatr Clwyd!

Theatr Clwyd, Mold

December 6th, 2024 – January 19th, 2025

Writer: Chris Patterson

Director: Daniel Lloyd

Set & Costume Designer: Adrian Gee

Assistant Director: Ellie Rose

Musical Director: Tayo Akinbode

Casting Director: Jenkins McShane Casting CDG

Lighting Designer: Johanna Town

Sound Designer: Ian Barnard

Choreographer: Jess Williams

Company Stage Manager: Alec Reece

Deputy Stage Manager: Edward Salt

Assistant Stage Manager: Emma Hardwick

Wellbeing Facilitator: Hester Evans

Cast includes Dan Bottomley, Joe Butcher, Celia Cruwys-Finnigan, Imad Eldeen, Phylip Harries, Alice McKenna, Ryan Owen, Steve Simmonds, Chioma Uma, Georgina White

Running time: Approximately 2 hours and 20 minutes (inc. interval)

Series Review, Cleddau, S4C, by Gareth Williams

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

Cleddau was not without its faults. But the latest Welsh crime drama on S4C had enough to entice viewers back for more. Each new addition to the Welsh-language channel’s catalogue needs to bring something new, fresh and exciting, such is the proliferation of the genre since Y Gwyll / Hinterland. And while there are well-trodden tropes in this latest series, there are also moments of nail-biting tension, surprising twists, and interesting character portrayals.

Elen Rhys plays Ffion, one half of a detective duo whose fairly unique quirk is that they used to be an item. Before Rick, played by Richard Harrington, had an affair with nurse Helen (Rhian Blythe). Ffion left in the aftermath, but returns a decade later to help solve the case of a copycat murderer. The two are paired back together, and there are no surprises as to how their relationship develops. But despite this stereotypical storyline, it is used to good effect to portray Rick as a rather manipulative and controlling character. Themes of trust and truth play out between the two but spread into the lives and stories of other characters around them. Including the man charged with the original murders, Paul Harvey, played with cold, calm villainy by Ian Puleston-Davies; and his wife Anna (a deceptively vulnerable Eiry Thomas).

There are elements of Sherwood and The Killing in its carousel of potential suspects from a close community all-too-familiar with original events. Both Gwydion Rhys (as Ryan Moss) and Matthew Aubrey (as Mel Owen) give excellent, if not highly conventional, portrayals of troubled men accused of the latest killing. Such typical character types offer nothing novel. Just as the shots of Jamie Tilston (Sion Alun Davies) beforehand spoil the on-screen revelation of his real identity. However, scenes like the school shooting in episode two, the showdown in the cellar and everything that comes before it in the final episode, ensure that Cleddau maintains the interest and excitement of the viewer. It is these sections that offer up real suspense. And as the series edges nearer to revealing the killer, threading all the characters together to build real tension, one feels validated in sticking with it through the less intriguing stuff.

For all its flaws and predictability, Cleddau also has its fair share of the edgy and enthralling. It is a shame that such moments are not too many to make this series a real thriller. But it is a crime drama with enough unexpected turns to perhaps claim itself as a murder mystery. Either way, if you’re prepared to persevere with it, the end is worth the wait.

Click here to watch the full series on BBC iPlayer.

Reviewed by Gareth Williams

Review, The Happiest Man on Earth, Southwark Playhouse, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

No story about the Holocaust is ever the same. We think we know the basics, we know what happened and continue to be appalled. But story after story comes to us, with each being ever so different to the last, each so horrific and heroic and unfathomable.

The Happiest Man on Earth, based on the best selling memoir by Eddie Jaku, a holocaust survivor, is brought to the stage in this fantastic one man show. From childhood to adulthood, we are taken through Jaku’s life from the happiest to the most horrific.

Kenneth Tigar who plays Jaku, firstly comes in and interacts with us, ad-libbing on the spot and not only making us comfortable but also chuckle. He is friendly and lovely and this sets us up, within a cocoon of security, for him to deliver the spine tingling tale. Tigar somehow delivers the entire, highly theatrical production with a way that feels like he is speaking to each of us individually. He makes eye contact, letting us see the range of emotions, deep from his soul. It’s so easy to forget, this isn’t his story. He delivers it so vulnerably, so intimately and so candidly.

While Tigar is the only performer, sometimes switching from himself to other characters with subtle voice and physical changes, the set and the making of different locations and atmosphere is represented through minimal staging and a range of soundscapes and lighting. It does the right amount of adding to Tigar’s performance but also elevating it theatrically. It gives you shivers and envelopes you within these different spaces and transports you to the range of humble places to the depths of hell.

The Happiest Man on Earth is a fantastic production, delivering a high theatrical performance without taking away the main essence and reality of Eddie Jaku’s life. This is not only down the the fantastic and subtle staging but also to the personable performance by Kenneth Tigar.

Review Hamilton, Wales Millennium Centre by Tracey Robinson

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

As the lights dim and the first notes play, the audience is instantly pulled into a wave of energy and emotion. The room buzzes with anticipation, knowing this is more than a performance—it’s an experience. Hamilton isn’t just a musical, it’s a look at America’s evolving identity, its history, and legacy complexities.

The stage, simple yet full of movement, becomes a character itself. With purposeful choreography and smooth transitions, it reflects Hamilton’s fast-paced life and the revolution he sparked. As the cast moves with energy, the audience feels drawn in, no longer just watching history but experiencing the ambition, ideals, and struggles that built the nation.

Lin-Manuel Miranda breathes new life as a vibrant, modern story of Alexander Hamilton, a relatively overlooked Founding Father, crafting a narrative as bold and innovative as Hamilton himself. By blending hip-hop, R&B, and traditional Broadway, Miranda mixes history with a modern twist, creating an energetic retelling of America’s origins that feels both relevant and engaging, allowing audiences to connect with the story. Its true brilliance shines through its diverse cast, portraying America’s founders—a powerful reminder that history belongs to everyone. The lyrics are sharp, clever, and deeply emotional. Songs like “My Shot” and “The Room Where It Happens” delve into ambition and power, while “Burn” and “It’s Quiet Uptown” deliver raw, heart-wrenching moments.

The show is a feast for the eyes and the heart. The rotating stage adds depth and symbolism, representing the continuous flow and ever-changing perspectives of history. The performances grab you and don’t let go, Sam Oladieinde’s Burr keeps us hooked, making us question if he’s the villain or just tragically human.

Miranda’s Hamilton is a force of nature, leaving us breathless with his unstoppable energy. Billy Nevers steals every scene, switching from the flashy Jefferson to the lively Lafayette with effortless charm. King George III pops in now and then, stealing the show, with Daniel Boys nailing it in gloriously over-the-top camp style.

It’s rare to see a hip-hop musical with impressive choreography, rap battles, and locking, especially one done so well that it makes you want to get up and dance. It was great seeing Cardiff’s, Levi Tyrell Johnson performing in the ensemble.

Shaq Taylor was exceptional as Hamilton, bringing both strength and moments of humour to the role. His commanding stage presence was undeniable, but it never overshadowed the equally impressive cast. The audience’s applause and whoops of delight after every song reflected the high energy and joy the cast brought, showcasing their talent and strong camaraderie. Maya Britto’s portrayal of Eliza was powerful and emotional, especially in “Burn,” where she conveyed deep anger and betrayal. In the reprise of “Stay Alive,” she perfectly captured the heart-wrenching grief of a parent losing a child, leaving the audience profoundly moved.

The real magic of Hamilton goes beyond the performances and music—it’s how it makes us feel deeply connected to the characters and their struggles. We see our own ambitions in Hamilton’s relentless drive, our regrets in Burr’s hesitation, and our grief in Eliza’s heartache.

Hamilton is one of the best musicals I have ever seen. If you haven’t already got tickets run to get them now, you’ll be swept away!

Review A Christmas Carol, The Sherman Theatre by Kate Richards

Image Credit Richard Hubert Smith

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Taking two children (11 and 12) to see a production of the Dickens classic ‘A Christmas Carol’ and knowing nothing about the production was a risk.  I’d heard it was quite long, I was worried it might be very dour and maybe the language would be inaccessible for youngsters.  I’ve also experienced other Christmas productions which were quite ‘arty’ interpretations of classic tales (e.g. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – when during the interval I heard a child ask their parent ‘Mummy what’s an Aslan’?) and clearly went way above their heads.  So, I was fairly surprised to see a variety of instruments on and before the stage as we came into the comfortable auditorium.  I was also reassured to see a detailed set of a traditional snowy, Victorian street scene, as I’d feared a minimalist, abstract set that might not convey the oppressive Dickensian atmosphere.  The opening seconds of the performance also did not disappoint – a dramatic musical flourish and a burst of coloured light revealed the silhouette of our ‘protagonist’ complete with tilted top hat and heavy winter coat.  And that readers, was the end of all the traditionalism……

‘He’ was not a he at all – this Cardiff dwelling, Ebenezer Scrooge (or Ebbie) is a cello-playing, powerhouse of a woman with the stature and stage presence to intimidate all but the bravest of souls.  Hannah McPake strides around the stage, glaring and hollering at anyone who tries to drag her into the spirit of Christmas and merely laughs at the impending threat of her three night-time visitors. 

It’s difficult to know where to start reviewing the rest of the cast – each of them taking on at least two but most often four or five other characters through-out the show – but undoubtedly what they all have in common is an abundance of talent!  It is honestly breathtaking the quality of the acting, singing and musical skills we were treated to by this accomplished cast.  We had a harp, an accordion, a saxophone, we had puppets, we had slapstick comedy, tears and anguish, romance and West-End quality voices from a cast of only 8 and there wasn’t one amongst them that didn’t add to the richness of the experience we had in the Sherman Theatre that evening.

The subtle beauty of the ghost of Christmas past (Catrin Mai Edwards) – beautiful Welsh vocals and evocative storytelling had me transported to Victorian Cardiff and entranced.  Then, listed only as ‘Apprentice Actor’ in the programme, our hearts were all broken by the perfect tones of Madalena Juma as Ebbie’s Mum forced to give him up as she was sent to the Workhouse.  ‘Apprentice’ she may be, but she is definitely mastering her craft most ably as she held her own amongst this accomplished company.

After the emotion and the drama of the past, and still laughing in the face of her past crimes and misdemeanours, Ebbie and the audience are confronted with (or maybe ‘assaulted by’) the Ghost of Christmas Present…..what can I say about Owen Alun as the Ghost of Christmas Present?  There are no words – suffice to say that EVERYONE needs a ‘Ginger North Walian’ in their lives at Christmas (and frankly all year around!).  No spoilers here – you have to experience it!

In a very modern backstory, we got insight into the reasons behind Ebbie’s notorious miserliness and the drama was built as we thought the Ghost of Christmas Present had finally cracked through her hard shell and Ebbie would be saved from the torment and chains endured by her former business partner Marley, but alas she soon slipped back into her old ways.  Bring on the mighty Ghost of Christmas Future! 

The creativity of this production is wonderful – the four ghosts (including Marley of course) could not be more different – they are humorous, enchanting, ridiculous and terrifying and take the audience on a rollercoaster of emotion through-out the nearly two-hour production.  There is so much attention to detail in the set, the costumes, the vulnerable delicacy of the puppet children, the music and the songs – it combines to make a perfect evening.  Last Christmas I had the pleasure of seeing Disney’s Aladdin at another venue in Cardiff – the big budget spectacular was incredible and left me feeling joyous and uplifted, but I can honestly say that the exuberant feeling as I jumped to my feet to explode into applause with the rest of the audience after this production, was absolutely no less life-affirming and the first thing I did when I got home was have a look to see if there are still tickets available to go again!  This is pretty much a first for me – I don’t think I’ve seen any production twice in my life!  It was heartening to hear that my 11-year-old son and his friend loved it to, and he’d also be willing to spend another evening in the company of this incredible cast!  Oh, and if you’re wondering who his favourite character was?…….That well-known Dickens character – the business bauble!  You’ll just have to go and find out for yourself!

Review Ensemble 360, RWCMD by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

A new ensemble to discover. Some familiar faces along the way. New work and experimental master abound. Helen Grime and her Seven Pierrot Miniatures took fitting poetry not used in the later Schoenberg as the bedrock for this. Pierrot being the clown icon of the Commedia dell’arte character from Italian culture is the foundation for half the programme. Grime’s music here is fluffy, strange, almost evocative. A premiere from Piers Hellawell…Woodsmoke. This would be Robert Plane on clarinet, best know to Welsh (and BBC Proms) audiences as leader of the instrument for BBC NOW and Tim Horton on piano. A harsh work, still very much in a rigid form, though alert and heightened with fine furies from both players.

It would be Brahms to cleanse the pallet, that of his Trio for Clarinet, Cello & Piano in A minor. Unlike his other pieces, Brahms has an effortless idea after idea in this trio. The melodies flow and are at ease with the three players. Whilst Plane lead in many ways, cellist Gemma Rosefield also found alluring offerings, the writing for her instrument she seemed to truly savour. Those of you who know me might scoff at Brahms, yet when he does it right (in such instances like a piece like this) there can be magic and an accessible scope.

Lastly for what I was here for: Schoenberg’s Pierrot Lunaire. Soprano Claire Booth has recorded this with the Ensemble to glowing reviews, so expectations were high. This is Schoenberg before the tight Twelve-tone technique he would be most famous for. What this is however is a bizarre, vivid, uncompromised set of songs with a singer who talks, as opposed to singing proper. This ‘sprechgezane’ changes little over it’s more than twenty movements, only altering in temperament, volume and enunciation. For the early years of the 20th Century, its bonkers and a thrill to those willing to respect it. The ensemble play with expressive density and allure, Booth savouring this peculiar piece with sharp set of performative skills throughout. A plus one not akin to this as much asked me during: “Why is everything in German so intense??” That cannot be denied.

Review Mary Rose – York Theatre Royal by Simon Kensdale

This is a play – by JM Barrie, the author of ‘Peter Pan’ – that shouldn’t work today. First produced in 1920, it puts stereotypical characters into conventional settings and develops conversations between them in dated, middle class English. There is no direct conflict and the use of clichéd idiom and vocabulary is stifling. On top of this, the plot splits between two very different places and then takes fifty years to completely unravel.

Yet it does work. Barrie prompts you into reconsidering some time-honoured and appropriate literary themes. This may be because in ‘Mary Rose’ he deploys a crude form of surrealism, using it to open up another dimension behind the mind-numbing realism.

A little girl goes missing on a small island during a family holiday. After a month she reappears, unharmed and unconscious any time has passed. Since her parents are overjoyed to have her back, this mystery is accepted. Because it is never explained, though, sitting in the audience you try to rationalise it. Is it a reference to the number of children who died in childhood before the advent of modern medicine and hospital treatment – and of how a century ago parents simply had to cope?

Because of their daughter’s brush with death, the parents in the play are overly protective of her. They worry about her getting married. She does, however, and at first everything goes well – she has a baby boy – but when she persuades her husband to take her back to the island where she once disappeared – she disappears again, this time apparently for good.

You puzzle over Barrie’s intention. You think perhaps now he is referring to how often women died in childbirth before antibiotics were discovered. But huge numbers of young people had died in the flu epidemic that followed the First World War. A lot of households had to deal with losing their daughters as well as losing their sons. The mystery in the play echoes a social environment where a generation grew up with its members not having known one or both of their parents.

‘Mary Rose’ doesn’t wallow in sorrow. Mary’s parents and husband get on with their lives. The family maid becomes a surrogate daughter and is promoted to being a paid companion for Mary’s mother. But, in yet another twist irreconcilable with everyday reality, Mary returns after a quarter of a century. She is unchanged and, again, doesn’t know what has happened. Of course, everyone close to her has aged to the point at which she cannot recognise them – even though they all recognise her. Trying to grasp the situation, you consider the issue of mental stability. Mary is like someone who has gone mad, still believing herself to be young when she is middle-aged. The unhappy atmosphere in the family re-union thus becomes realistic and credible, even though the route the story has taken to set it up has been fantastic.

To round the play off, the story fast forwards in a movement reminiscent of ‘The Winter’s Tale’ –
‘Impute it not a crime
To me or my swift passage that I slide
O’er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried
Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
To o’erthrow law and in one self-born hour
To plant and o’erwhelm custom.’

Only Barrie’s story skips another twenty-five years, to the return of Mary’s son, Harry, to the house of his grandparents. There he encounters his mother, now a ghost.

A play which reminds you of the quote you learned for your A level English exam can’t be all bad. ‘Mary Rose’ is not on the scale of a Shakespearean play, but it gets away with what might just be a device – the use of unreal passages of time – to force consideration of family life – at this point, a kind of climax – reconciliation. The long-lost son is allowed a (brief) meeting with the mother he never knew, while she discovers her son has led a full life, a discovery that allows her to disappear forever – happy at last. Barrie succeeds in infusing his story with some poetry – as he had earlier with ‘Peter Pan’.

You could leave the theatre thinking about how surrealism never really got going in England, perhaps because of our insular attitude towards Europe, perhaps because our intelligentsia didn’t speak any foreign languages. You might also want to wonder why Barrie, who was very well connected with the other literary figures of his day, is no rival for Chekov, who was born in the same year. He’s hardly an English Ibsen, either. But whether you’re interested in its background or not, the York Actors Collective deserves congratulations for reviving a play that is so little known. (They won’t have earned much for their work, either, as it only resulted in a short run in a studio space.)

The Collective managed to wring the few laughs there are from the script. They made the stuffed shirt characters more or less sympathetic. The scenes didn’t drag as they might have done and the conversations, although clunky and predictable, rattled along without the need for overacting. The addition of a slight Australian accent for Harry, and a Hebridan brogue for Cameron, the gillie who accompanies Mary and her family to the little island, added colour. I didn’t find the portrayal of Mary’s husband, Simon, convincing but it is nightmare role to play, as he – a naval officer – is completely devoid of personality. The set was minimal but adequate for a studio production. The period atmosphere was caught by a few items of furniture and the appropriate clothing.

Theatres shouldn’t run too many revivals at the expense of new work, but there are a number of plays out there which are unfamiliar to the general public. Given the right kind of treatment, venues will benefit from putting them on. We saw this with the National’s ‘An Inspector Calls’ a few years ago and also with Theatr Clwyd’s production of ‘Rope’ in July this year. More, please.

Review Sarah Connolly & Joseph Middleton, Wigmore Hall, London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

It’s been over a decade I’d say since last seeing the great Sarah Connolly. Now a Dame, one of England’s finest mezzos spent an evening at Wigmore with a inspired programme. Whilst Imogen Cooper could not make it on piano (a decision apparently made months ago), Joseph Middleton gave the honours.

In an all German first half, it was everything I’d ever need. In Schumann’s 6 Gedichte von N Lenau und Requiem (bare with me, this is correct), we got a splendid account from Connolly. Her German sounds great and is a lovely actor too, the sensuality and aching in the verse bleeds out. Her voice never overbears at all. The mezzo is finely crafted, the gusto she brings but a thrill to all. These German themes would continue with Huge Wolf and a fine selection of his songs. These too were superb, dare I say even more thrilling than the prior. A rich evocative nature was the aura of these, Middleton also as strong in these allusive bars which never gave away all their secrets.

After the break, a breakneck voyage to France, England and the United States. Debussy’s Chansons de Bilitis, was a deeply allusive set of three magical songs filled with merriment. Henri Duparc (who usually crops up at French recital’s) had the Extase in this continuation of the Gallic themes. Not as perceptive as the Debussy, though light and bright, filled with smiles. A selection of Benjamin Britten folk arrangements charmed, even with his stuffy ironies. ‘Sephestia’s Lullaby’ from A Charm of Lullabies was a stand out, a whiplash delivery in a nursery rhyme patter, so fetching the audience lapped it up. An end with songs of Samuel Barber was a more solemn turn, the solemn words of James Joyce ringing true. ‘Sleep now’ one of a few surprises, it was just a bit dreary to end with. Still the musicianship was razor-sharp, as expected.

The encore was Tangoes by Richard Rodney Bennett, what finer way to send us off?

Review Julien van Mellaerts & Alphonse Cemin, Wigmore Hall,  London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

After two concerts over the space of a day, I was not quite yet done with Wigmore Hall.  The next afternoon, we got an afternoon dubbed ‘Au cimetière de Montmarte’, a tribute to the cultural district in Paris. Though this was mostly a French programme, we started in German with Robert Schumann. His Dichterliebe were a delightful collection of songs. These little pieces oozed with love, and more love, nature and landscapes and a passion for the heroic. So brief, over in a few bars and they delighted in every sense. Tender listening.

Julien is a fine baritone  but my one reservation are the high notes. They go into a realm of the almost uneasy, an enforcement not pleasing at all. Though the middle register is great, the low notes wonderous pools of depth. On to France with Berlioz and Lili Boulanger, the later being much more intriguing. The former’s extracts from Les nuits d’ete were witty and sombre, though with Lili we gets lots of ideas and impressionisms. Her Attente is new to me, though anytime we hear her it’s quite special, her tragically early death snubbed out a composer of real talent.

Poulenc and his Banalités are cheeky portions of froth and nostalgia in equal measure. The cabaret is very much the setting, the mood is sultry and fun. Pianist Alphonse Cemi looks like he enjoys the material just as much as our singer, playing with an abandon little seen today, fast and truly tight when needed. Further merry treats from Guilbert and Trenet ended this Parisian voyage. It was one of light humour, conversational insights and of moody illusions. An English classic as an encore: A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square was musically just about right, bringing us back to our current local. 

Review Yes, We’re Related, Lace-Evans Productions, Purple Door Productions, The Other Palace, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

I must say, it is a daily thought and worry of mine about the (hopefully, very far in the future) moment of losing my parents *touches wood*. I’m not sure my reaction, how I will cope, and whether there will be moments of insanity or even comedy. Yes, We’re Related has already helped my knowledge that this could be possible.

Yes, We’re Related, is the story of two very different sisters, dealing with the passing of their mother, a party to celebrate 1 year on, the memories and angst and… a squirrel. Yes that’s right, a squirrel. Gerald is believed to be their mother reincarnated but what ensues is a stark look at the sister’s relationship, with one another, their mother and one of their partners and how to cope within loss.

A mixture of themes, this production certainly has moments of highs and lows. I wouldn’t say that it touches deeply in terms of sentiment or bringing a tear to your eye, but it brings out sympathies and certainly makes you think about your own relationships with family and friends. The highs are very high, with quick witted humour and a contrasting characterisation between sisters; one is prim and proper, organised and seemingly with her life together, the other, short of a breakdown within grief, is buoyant and erratic and extroverted. The two bounce off each other, with little break for pause, and this works really well. It feels truly natural as a sisterhood and as if we are peaking through that fourth wall.

The partner who is the third wheel of this relationship, is more like his partner’s sister than her; wild and melodramatic but also love-able. However, we know him as Mark, and twice does he accidentally get referred to as Mike. We can only assume this is an ex that the sister is fixated on, but we never reach that revelation and so it doesn’t quite add to the story as it maybe was meant to.

The squirrel, Gerald, is never seen. I’ll admit, I thought would there be some hand puppet or wildly, someone dressed as a squirrel. But no, he is presented in sound and light only, using our figment of imagination when he escapes and this works really well. He is meant to be the mother in animal form and the symbiotic relationship between him and the sister living there is concerning but also heartwarming. Her way of coping. A story, heard many a time in different guises. So when he leaves the story, and she succumbs to her grief, it is heartwarming and tearing all at the same time.

Yes, We’re Related is a roller coaster of comedy, meaningful conversation and a warm hug in what we will all experience, in one way or another. The performances and relationships are impeccable and it tells an age old story in a unique and new way.