I was first introduced to Bibby’s comedy when he invited me to his Ed Fringe show back in 2019. Since, I have been an avid follower and fan of his comedy.
So when his invite for his new show came into my inbox, I was absolutely delighted, and even more so, when I saw what it was about… DINOSAURS. I mean, comedy… dinosaurs… what isn’t there to like?
Bibby’s show is about creating a show in between having two children. At the same time, it’s a time machine for us oldies who loved the original Jurassic Park and the 90’s. These seem like contrasting themes, but it works. The nostalgia, meeting the idea of ageing and new life. It all makes sense.
The main concept of the production is hugely involving the audience to create a version of the original film but in a 2023 setting. The millionaire is replaced by Elon Musk, our audience members jump in and out as on stage characters and… in themselves are hilarious and so engaged. We all have a chance to be involved, with queues to shout out and make noises but also with a script passed around to read when we are prompted. Bibby is hot on the responses and ad lib, and enjoys the improvisation and surprises that come from us as much as they come from him. There are some Jurassic Park lovers who clearly love the comedic approach as much as Bibby does, with his love and passion coming through with knowledge and performance.
We begin to think that this is a love letter to the end of his career. His love for his young family and being away from them is expressed, alongside gorgeous images of them and our heart sinks to think this is it, after an hour of pure joy. But, while partially scripted, I like to think our involvement and enthusiasm with said script helped to solidify how much Bibby should continue making these shows. Yes, the outcome is exactly this and the planned conclusion, but I hope our responses help to make it a reality.
Jurassic Park/Dinosaur/children-person or not, Baby Dinosaur is an absolute triumph of a comedy show, from how smooth it ran, to the right involvement of the audience, to constantly belly laughs. It’s everything you want from a comedy show and more.
As long as there are people on this Earth, we will forever be asking questions about William Shakespeare. So many schools of thought as to who he (she? they?) was, their sexuality, the in depth reading between the lines of their work.
Matchmaker Theatre Productions take the unwritten, from the point of view of Shakespeare supposed rival, Christopher Marlowe and unmasked another version of Shakespeare’s history.
A small company, we have the main performer who continues as Marlowe throughout, a ghostly figure who acts as the stage hand meet musical accompaniment and a character swapper who plays a student writing about Shakespeare vs Marlowe but also delves into other minor characters throughout. Of course, we also meet Shakespeare but to tell you more about them would ruin this really interesting approach to the story.
What’s great is that the company doesn’t shy away from LGBTQIA+ suggestions but also doesn’t make it such a big thing. We see Marlowe’s relationships but it’s just like any other and isn’t highlighted particularly as some revolutionary idea – which is exactly how it should be unless it is the main theme.
The changes of scene are shown between clicks of fingers and changes of lights, switching from situation to situation but also back to talk and review the news that has come to light with the student. This is a really interesting take and works very smoothly. Our ghostly figure, while in the background, is constantly “on” with facial expressions and interest in the scene – it really makes each scene well rounded.
For me, however, it felt like there was more to go with what they could achieve. This felt slightly in its infant stage and, while funny, professional and smooth, there is certainly some room for growth.
The Real Shakespeare… is an interesting approach to the age old questions about the playwright and their rival. However, there is great potential and it would be great to see where this company take it.
In a small, circular lecture theatre, we are brought an avant-garde expression of anxiety through the forms of dance, circus, music and .. oh a Llama.
From an Australian duo, Oat Milk & Honey quite effectively use their platform to share how anxiety feels, not only for the person experiencing it but also the impact on others.
There is no narration or vocals bar the occasional breath of the moving performer and pre-recorded voice overs but the silence is filled with beautiful, original compositions which occasionally go off-piste to express the interruption anxiety can create.
It feels relatively slow paced and it would have been interesting if there had been a change of pace. There was a little of this, interrupting the seriousness with an element of comedy when a performer comes in dressed as a Llama, reflecting the fact of serotonin created from watching Llama’s run which we hear at the beginning in a voice over.
There’s no doubt that both of these performers have great talent in their own right; a talented composer and musician and a very flexible and powerful dancer, circus performer. And each part of this performance is really interesting to watch but continues at the same pace which loses attention.
Oat Milk & Honey is transcendental and soothing, with a poke of humour but needed some different speed levels to keep the intrigue.
Before this performance, it felt different to other things I have seen and reviewed because I didn’t have any expectations prior, and I didn’t feel a certain kind of energy from the audience, so I had no idea what to expect from this show. I also couldn’t make any notes when I was there, I was so engrossed that I couldn’t put anything into words.
It was based 8 months after the Aberfan disaster of 1966, which, if you don’t know, is when there were colliery spoil tips created on a mountain slope which collapsed, and it very sadly crashed into the school and surrounding homes. 116 children and 28 adults died. The play is about mothers who meet once a week in a support group, and it explores how different mothers are affected/ how they are coping with the grief of losing a child to this disaster, and a particular week where a woman from Revlon volunteers to come to Aberfan to give a makeup/ beauty demonstration to these mothers.
This was a riveting and powerful performance. There wasn’t any projection or lighting changes, which I think fitted this play because it removed the fluff and made you focus on the root. All they had was the sound effect of water dripping, as there was a leak in the building. This was powerful in itself because it symbolised the tension and grief, it symbolised the loss and it symbolised their states of melancholy.
Each character came across as strong and dealing with the grief in their own way. Sian had lost her son and her husband didn’t want to look at her after she caught him sobbing, and she wanted a child. She kept quite optimistic and was a try to keep the peace character. Marilyn kept hoping and couldn’t quite believe that her children wouldn’t ever come back. Rona swore a lot and was very abrupt, and she was looking to move out of the town with her husband because, as we later learnt, she couldn’t face seeing the other mothers around the town, couldn’t face the grief that was permanently etched on their faces. Jean was pregnant (she thinks she became pregnant a few days before the disaster) and she had a surviving daughter, but her son who she was sure would have gone places and travelled far, died in the disaster as he was in the school at the time. She resents her daughter because on the day of the disaster, her daughter had said she was sick so didn’t go into school, and at a later date her daughter had gone out to play and complained that there was no one to play with, so she resents how her daughter seems to complain a lot and is not appreciative that she is alive, but also because she seems to have favoured her son whom she lost rather than her daughter who was kept alive. I believe the character subconsciously would rather her son be alive than her daughter because she knew her son would travel and make an impact in the world, whereas she knew her daughter wouldn’t do anything, just stay in the town when she grew up. The way that Jean copes with the disaster is to believe that God had a reason for wanting all those children to be by his side, whereas Rona completely disagrees with this, and isn’t afraid to voice her opinions.
The only fragile thread that ties these women together is that their children died (in a preventable accident), and there is no way that they would come together in this way if the disaster hadn’t have happened. By the end, they were a bit closer because they understood how each other was dealing with the grief.
For me, I couldn’t relate and empathise with these characters as much as a parent would, I think, because a parent can certainly relate to the Aberfan mothers in as much as the thought of living in a world where your child has passed away seems impossible, whereas for me, I don’t think it impacted me emotionally as much as it might in the future after I have a child, because I can’t feel the same feeling as a mother, however I was still able to sympathise.
The character that came from Revlon I think was also quite integral to the story, because it was her coming that brought their feelings up, and brought them together by the end. The character (referred to as Revlon in the duration of the performance except at the end where she is revealed to be Charlotte) had a secret that related her slightly to these women. She went through losing a brother and seeing her mum deal with the grief after he died. The only way her mum could face the world is putting some makeup on, and Charlotte helped her mum when her hands were shaking so much that she couldn’t put her lipstick on. She originally volunteered to go to Aberfan and give a demonstration because she thought she could help these women feel better, but once she was there, she tried to back out because she realised how naïvely she had thought these women could feel better with makeup, but how could makeup, how could anything help these women feel better? In the end, we realised the answer; they just needed something to help them face a different world and to support each other.
The Sherman Theatre’s 50th year kicked off with an impressive triple bill of Ghost Cities, Romeo and Julie, and Imrie – but Love, Cardiff: 50 Years of Your Stories is truly the icing on this most stacked of birthday cakes.
Written by the cast in collaboration with Paul Jenkins, Love, Cardiff is indeed a love letter to the city and the people who call it home. The show is directed by Francesca Pickard, who joined the Sherman this summer as its new Creative Engagement Coordinator, and makes an impressive company debut. The production is a culmination of 15 weeks in which Pickard and producer Mehdi Razi worked with members of five community groups in Cardiff, supporting them in identifying and conveying the stories they wanted to tell.
Their stories are framed by a narrative featuring the Theatre’s namesakes: the Sherman brothers, played by actors Richard Emerson and Simon Howells. Harry and Abe Sherman, whose parents were Eastern European Jewish immigrants, were businessmen and philanthropists who helped to transform Cardiff into what it is today. The show’s framing device has the brothers learning about how the Sherman Theatre – which in 2019 became Wales’ first theatre of sanctuary – has continued their philanthropic work by cultivating a safe space for all, told by those who have now taken up the baton.
The cast includes members of Cardiff’s Deaf Community, Cathays Day Provision, Kurdish All Wales Association (KAWA), Waulah Cymru and the Welsh Ballroom Community. Their stories and performances, while at times tinged with tragedy, are authentic, joyous and fun – and resonate with the Sherman’s mission to tell local stories with global resonance.
Vibrant, diverse, and joyful, Love, Cardiff serves as a timely reminder of why, on its golden anniversary, the Sherman Theatre shines brighter than ever.
The best cabaret shows are never the huge, fancy venue-d spaces, where you are lost in the crowd and viewing from afar. The best are in small, intimate spaces and this is what Pink Lotus Cabaret brought us with Hot Queer Magic.
Just like any cabaret show, the production showcases different acts, all introduced with a little comedy and little storytelling in between. And this is of no exception. This means that there is no tie to a theme and it feels right to keep us on our toes this way.
Hot Queer Cabaret features a fairy burlesque act, a rubber ducked obsessed dominatrix act, Drag Kings dancing while making commentary on the patriarchy, a trans King and his maracas and a combination of Indian Dance and Kylie, to name just a few. This eclectic mix is always a surprise and keeps the comedy and appreciation fresh each time.
While enjoyable and especially in such an intimate setting, the whole running felt a little lengthy and in need of some polishing. It felt as if there was a nervousness and it lead to the feeling that much, from the comparing to the acts, was a little created on the spot. Of course, things never go to plan, especially in cabaret but it all needed to be a little punchier. From my theatre training and my own cabaret training, it was instilled in me that making it punchy, prompt and polished, creates a much more finished product and keeps the audiences engaged and wanting more. Some of the acts felt quite long and sadly lost my attention at times. This could be entirely that with this instilled in me, that is my own subconscious reaction but at times, it felt that the whole production could be a little slicker.
Twatoo, the Drag King duo, were probably my favourite. Playing on toxic masculinity, they took Shania Twain and made the characters very camp. Interjected with voices from feminist icons in the shape of characters to real people, noting their achievements, followed by “that don’t impress me much” was endless comedy and poked fun at this type of chauvanism and our society.
It was also great to see Pink Lotus and her combination of traditional Indian dance with burlesque. This combination was something I had never seen and, with a little more honing, is a really unique and beautiful concept.
Hot Queer Magic was fun, full of diverse acts and people and was a fun evening. With practice and time, I’m sure this collective will create a very confident and smooth running show.
The title might be a little misleading. If you are reading this and you think: I’m taken, why would I need to learn how to flirt? Well, my friend, this show is for everyone in every status, of every gender, every age – everyone.
How to Flirt is a satirical seminar from the Drag King, Steve Porters. We are taken through a casual lecture, using the acrostic of “BIRDS” to deliver the best way to get your next partner. Full of dancing, puns, comedy, music and projection, this all rounder show is comical but full of importance.
Steve is what can be described, by today’s youth, as a wannabe “Roadman” or, from back in my day, a “Chav”. Featuring all the physical characteristics of Drag Kings, the make up is impeccable, giving the illusion of masculine features, a body suit to give the illusion of a male torso and general mannerisms and movement to suggest something stereotypical male. The funny thing is, Steve is meant to be a satirical copy of one of those men who think chat up lines work, but yet he still has charisma and a way of flirting with the ladies of the audience. I am only sad that he didn’t deem me attractive enough for a flirt – big thumbs down!
How to Flirt is full of audience participation, but a late night at Fringe is certainly not lacking in this. We are asked to engage, repeat chants, encouraged to talk to one another and it becomes riotous and raucous in just the right amount. We may not always feel the power of Steve’s flirt directly on us, but in a crowd of around 100, we all feel individual and like one of his mates.
The whole production is a painful belly laugh after belly laugh. It plays on the bad dates, on the stories told from dating apps and meeting strange people and plays on the awkwardness between Steve and the audience. Steve is full of confidence and is professional, slick and perfect in every single way.
The production is so well constructed, including any ad libs or improv that are so smooth that you barely notice them. It was a show that I never wanted to leave but sadly, all good things do.
And don’t think that this was just comedy – oh no. There were really important points touched upon. Steve takes these types of men and highlights situations that are creepy, insulting, issues of sexual assault and ensures that, through the laughter, this is clearly a political and feminist show touching on our societal issues. Steve highlights consent a lot, and this is important and meeting modern ideals. It makes it clear that this is non-negotiable in our world.
How to Flirt: The TED XXX Talk is comedy gold, but amongst this, Steve Porters has made strong, concrete feminist comments on today’s chauvinist societal issues.
Sometimes I’m a real easy sell. Give me some impressive puppetry, and I’m sold. But what I got from Bill’s 44th, was something else.
Bill’s 44th is a comical play about age. Bill is throwing himself a party and eagerly awaiting his guests. But when no one shows, he goes through a number of different emotions from sadness, to making the best of things, to drunk and high and reflection.
Bill is a puppet. He is orchestrated by two puppeteers, moving his torso, arms and head but legs and hands are from the puppeteers. Their faces are visible behind Bill but you forget almost instantly that they are there. Their movements, and movements from other puppeteers throughout as so smooth and precise that you very much forget actual humans are on stage.
There is sound and music but no talking; all the action and emotion is conveyed easily through Bill and we understand instantly. To get these across, movement and gestures are exaggerated but it didn’t feel false and very much as if we were breaking down the fourth wall.
Bill reminded me very much of a puppet version of Mr Bean; we can tell exactly what he is thinking, feeling and doing just by movements and gesture alone. Facial expressions, you’d think, would be vacant from a puppet with no eyes or general facial movement, but, somehow, he manages them. Call it talent of the puppeteers/creators, call it our imagination, call it both.
Bill’s journey is nothing short of a emotional roller coaster. We are excited, then we are sad; he makes the most of the situation and we laugh again, to suddenly fearing the dark emotions on stage and sadness at Bill’s reflection, to leaving in elation. We see a scene where we are moved through Bill’s life, birthday to birthday through a miniature version of him, where you begin to see his loneliness with age – something we may all experience. For a puppet, I felt extraordinary sadness for him and pure happiness when he in the end accepts himself and becomes his own friend.
Bill goes through a drunken, high moment, with walls becoming puppetry and moving in a sliding motion; balloons become people that destroy his house and make-out in the back; his crudite carrot becomes life-size. It is such an adventure, heightening all your feelings and making you fully belly laugh until you ache.
Bill’s 44th is so stupid – in a brilliant, hilarious way. It is stupid in the clever, comedic way – the way The Mighty Boosh, Mr Bean, Blackadder are all just silly, silly comedy. But it is also dark in places. It is also poignant and emotional. It is an all rounder. My favourite comment from the man next to me was “What the f did I just watch?” through tears and laughter – I missed a chance to tell him, “You, Sir, just watched pure perfection and genius”.
Everyone goes through that moment in life, whether triggered by something specific and significant, leaving for University or getting your first job as an adult; flying the nest can be hard but also very exciting.
Almost Adult takes this, based on the real life experiences of the writer, and runs with the idea. Our main and only performer decides its time to become an adult and moves from the rural north to the big smoke of London. Every approach she takes is positive; new job in an immersive bar, box room with a particularly anal housemate and the search for a boyfriend like Timothee Chalamet. Everything is positive, until it is not.
Almost Adult faces the two sides of growing up; the excitement of new things and independence but also the reality of life and how hard it can be. Our character wants to not hold hands with her family and distances herself, until things turn south and she realises that being an adult doesn’t mean not asking for help. At her job, a once golden paved bar floor with dinosaur dressed workers becomes a seedy, patriarchal power trip, where sexual assault is rife from her boss. Her flat mate is maybe over clean and stressed about this but our character doesn’t have the time for the boring parts of adulthood until she accepts her own flaws and laziness.
She’s enjoyable, she dances and has a laugh with us; her impressions of different characters are clear she brings us further into the story by interaction. All the issues culminate and we see a bubbly, positive person unmasked from seeing the reality of modern day life. From a cushy, middle class family, protected from the storm, when her leg is touched by her manager, her colleague is further sexually assaulted and the female CEO won’t help, she soon realises that the feminist movement hasn’t solved the world’s problems and that there are still there, if not more.
The production felt very poignant about the realities of adulthood and life. As someone who moved alone for university and then to live in London 12 years ago, I still remember that feeling of sheer excitement to break free and be my own person but the trepidation and fear of this. I forever tried to ensure my outlook was positive, but the home sickness, some realities (though I maybe wasn’t as naive as this character in some respects) and hardness of adulthood slowly crept up on me.
With many stories from Sarah Everard, to the Me Too movement, women are sexually assaulted almost daily. It isn’t uncommon to think that with how open feminism is in the world, that things should be different. But they aren’t and it’s interesting to see the character’s turmoil with her gut feelings when her boss touches her leg compared to the more explicit assault of her colleague. And she makes excuses, as we all do, thinking that her feelings are not justified. When she is asked if she asked him to stop, this seems like the crux of the situation and the expectation is high in her to have fixed the issue. This production hits home to many on lots of different levels and that’s what makes it such a great piece.
Almost Adult is funny, it is quirky and it is endearing. But this doesn’t take away from the important issues that are never solved for women and how our eagerness as children to become an adult come from its realities which are shrouded.
Jazz hands and happy feet, an exuberant, joyful, uplifting, seam of bright positivity runs through 42nd Street, originally a book and film dating from the midst of the Great Depression. A musical within a musical is a celebration of show business, it hints at the era’s economic atmosphere.
The iconic show, with tunes such as “We’re In The Money” and “Lullaby Of Broadway”, tells the tale of a young aspiring performer, Peggy Sawyer, played by Rhianna Dorris, straight off the Greyhound bus from small-town Pennsylvania, she has wound up in New York City with only 40 cents in her purse, and there’s talk of skipping meals and breadlines, she’s aiming to make her dreams a reality, she longs to see her name in lights.
Stumbling into big-time director Julian Marsh, played by Michael Praed, and catching the eye of Billy Lawlor, she’s asked to join the chorus line of Pretty Lady, the latest musical to make it to Broadway. Unexpectedly she soon gets her chance at stardom, as leading-lady Dorothy Brock (who’s a nightmare to work with) is injured and Peggy finds herself thrust into the limelight, taking centre stage. The whole cast are superb, all strong characters, with amazing voices, working together as one to create a spectacular show. The character of leading lady Dorothy Brock (played superbly by Samantha Womack) certainly demonstrated incredible vocals.
But, in my opinion, the real star of the show was the overall production – Robert Jones’ set and costumes are clearly fantastic. Utilising lighting and projectors to great effect. A lot of money and a lot of time has been spent making this production look as amazing as possible. The clever use of curtains allows us to see backstage as the production is happening, and other musical numbers like Shadow Waltz and 42nd Street have a very simple but incredible set design that really helps them stand out.
Les Dennis and Faye Tozer are hilarious, they have great chemistry, a perfect comedy double act. Michael Praeds’ solo numbers are wonderful, he plays a very charismatic character. The leads are all outstanding, a plethora of household names, with years of experience on stage and screen“42nd Street” is a show that doesn’t come around too often. If you’re nostalgic over the era of Gene Kelly and Singing in the Rain then this is the show for you – and if you just love musicals, you won’t go wrong with this glitter-dazzling, tap-dancing delight!
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