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REVIEW The Addams Family UK Tour, New Theatre by Barbara Hughes-Moore

Here comes trouble! The world’s favourite kooky family return for their second UK tour in gloriously ghoulish fashion. The Addams Family have chilled and charmed audiences in equal measure since Charles Addams first debuted them in the New Yorker in 1938. After appearing in countless TV shows, movies and animated films and becoming a cult classic (emphasis on ‘cult’), it was only natural that the Addamses took up their rightful place on the stage – and this new version of the musical comedy, starring Cameron Blakely and Strictly Come Dancing Champion Joanne Clifton as the iconic Gomez and Morticia, is simply the best night of theatre I have had in years.

The most terrifying thing  (!) imaginable has happened: Wednesday Addams has fallen in love. To add insult to injury, he’s a sweet young man from a respectable family – and, as if it couldn’t get any worse, they’re getting married. As the Addamses plan to host a dinner party for the ‘normal’ Beinekes, Wednesday clues Gomez in on her engagement, but keeps Morticia in the dark – leading to secrets, lies, and lots of laughs along the way. Think The Birdcage, but make it Goth.

Created by the team behind the international hit musical Jersey Boys, with music and lyrics by Tony-nominated Andrew Lippa, The Addams Family is a thrill on every level. From Matthew White’s lively direction to Bob Broad and Richard Beadle’s sensational musical interpretations, this is a creative team at the top of their game. The sumptuous costumes and imposing set, gorgeously designed by Diego Pitarch and accentuated by Ben Cracknell’s spooky lighting, are so vividly conjured they make you feel like you’re walking into the movie. Scene transitions are often overlooked, but if they’re done well, you notice – and the attention to detail makes what must have been a logistical nightmare look effortless.

That’s to say nothing of the peerless ensemble. The chemistry between Blakely and Clifton positively smoulders, and their highly-anticipated Tango de Amor dance scene is spectacular: it’s a ten from me! Blakely, reprising his role from the 2017 cast, has Gomez down to a tee, and Clifton nails Morticia’s sultry elegance and grace – she knows Morticia is all in the movement, and she lives and breathes the character while putting her own spin on the role. They’re magical together.

They head up a cast that feel like one big happy family. Scott Paige plays Uncle Fester as a lovably manic emcee with let’s say lofty romantic aspirations, and who deftly guides the audience through the spooky shenanigans. Kingsley Morton brings a punk edge to Wednesday and her impressive voice is showcased in the ultra-challenging number, ‘Pulled’. Sean Kingsley and Kara Lane are hilarious as the stuck-in-a-rut Beinekes and Ahmed Hamad brings a sweet, youthful energy as their son and Wednesday’s intended, Lucas. Morton and Hamad have lovely chemistry and their number ‘Crazier than You’ is a standout. Rounding out the main cast we have the fabulously chaotic stylings of Grant McIntyre as Pugsley, Valda Aviks as Grandma, and Dickon Gough as the Karloffian Lurch.

The ‘living’ Addamses are joined for most of the action by the ghosts of their ancestors who, while unnamed and largely silent, are the beating heart of the show. Every single performer is a star: Sario Solomon, Ying Ue Li, Matthew Ives, Abigail Brodie, Sean Lopeman, Jessica Keable, Sophie Hutchinson, and Castell Parker move ethereally around the stage as a Gothic Greek Chorus, aided by Alistair David’s superb choreography. And their presence underscores the beautiful notion that the people you love are never truly gone.

As the Addamses sing, ‘It’s family first and family last’ – and The Addams Family is a treat for the whole family with plenty of tricks up its sleeve.

Review by
Barbara Hughes-Moore

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Review, Love Dance, Chiswick Playhouse by Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Do you want to know a secret? Well.. it’s not much of a secret I suppose. But one of my guilty pleasures is Rom-Com books and occasionally Rom-Com films.

I love how they can feel realistic but also completely not. They are set mostly in the lives of (albeit theatrical) “real” people and while they make me sad that my life isn’t a Rom-Com, i’ve got to say, I enjoy it.

Thinking back – I don’t think I’ve ever really seen a Rom-Com on stage before. Yes, there have been romances but nothing so quintessentially British. So, Love Dance, was the perfect show to break into this performance genre.

Love Dance features a typical meet-cute story. A Doctor, leases her flat out to a tenant during her time away from work. Only to come home and find that he is still there, stubbornly refuses, as they disagree on the Month to Date format on the contract. After a period of time, they grow closer and closer, talking about marriage and children and how the Doctor wishes to have a child but not a relationship. Their love grows and the rest is history.

Derek Murphy and Jacoba Williams have the perfect chemistry. It genuinely feels as if the wall of the flat has been taken away and we are peaking into real life. They bounce of one another effortlessly and somehow, they have that gives-you-butterflies feeling when they look at each other.

They exhibit the typical characters you see in a Rom-Com – Murphy plays the funny, teasing but ultimately mysterious Musician and Williams is a strong, independent but bossy Doctor with her whole life ahead of her – she’s put aside her dating life and want for a baby for her career. As typical of a Rom-Com – you think these characters are just so different, but as you peel away the layers, you discover more and more, and actually how perfect they are. And we of course have events that you cannot imagine ever happening in real life, but what makes such a story unique to all the others.

We laugh, we feel sad, we feel happy – all the emotional ups and downs of this genre. And it was complete perfection on its execution – no errors, no awkwardness, just flawless.

My ONLY quibble is that there is a point when Murphy’s character has this bad cough – we see Williams’s character check him out and her face shows her concern. As the play continues, there is mention to it but we never really understand or hear the conclusion, of why it is cured and it felt a little bit of an idea that was added and never came to fruition. It didn’t take anything away from the story, but nor did it add anything.

Love Dance warms your heart. It makes you feel those romantic butterflies. And sometimes makes you feel sad about your own love life. The perfect Rom-Com on stage.

Review ‘Everybody’s Talking About Jamie’ Wales Millennium Centre by Anna Arrieta

Everybody should definitely be talking about Jamie.

The Millennium Centre was packed on the opening night of ‘Everybody’s Talking About Jamie’. It’s been so long since I have seen a show on the scale of this one, and you could really feel the buzz in the air from everyone who was just excited to be back in the theatre.  We had some of the best seats in the house, front and centre, with a perfect view of the stage. I loved the set and the way the band were elevated and silhouetted throughout the performance. The use of lighting and projection was also extremely clever and contemporary, often supporting the audience to give our characters a sense of time and location when needed.

It was a stellar performance from our cast, highlights for me being the performance from Jamie’s mum, Pritti, and Jamie himself. Layton Williams’ energy was unstoppable, he was full of charisma on stage and brought a lot of authenticity to the role of Jamie in those darker moments. His presence was matched beautifully with the company of Shobna Gulati, and Amy Ellen Richardson. The connection and chemistry between the trio was warm and comforting. It gave us a sense of home as soon as we were brought back into the kitchen. 

Amy Ellen Richardson gave a phenomenal performance of the song ‘He’s my boy’, she captivated the audience with every word, and her dulcet tones and dramatic delivery got the biggest cheer in the whole show. 

Sharan Phull played Pritti Pasha in the production, and did a brilliant job. She managed to maintain a strong presence even though her character was such a contrast to the bubbly and lively Jamie. Some of the songs she was required to sing seemed very difficult vocally, but she was extremely skilled vocally and managed to still bring her style into her singing.

The main cast were supported by a fantastic ensemble, the choreography and vocals were tight and slick- and they managed to keep a consistent buzz of energy throughout. Talia Palamathanan who played ‘Becca’ really shone, she was so engaging on stage and it felt like she was leading the ensemble.

I loved the individuality of all of the cast, the acting was mainly naturalistic, and I wouldn’t assume all of the vocalists were trained in Musical Theatre singing. Everyone was able to bring a piece of themselves and their individual style into their role, which made the characters and the show as a whole, far more relatable.

“Everybody’s Talking About Jamie” is a story about friendship, the bravery to be yourself, and of course Drag Queens! I commend the diversity of the cast, and the fun-loving nature of the show. It’s a must watch for people of all ages!

You can find out more about the production and book tickets here

REVIEW The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, New Theatre by Barbara Hughes-Moore

If a potion could make you into your best self, would you take it? What if it came with a cost: a little less empathy here, a little more aggression there, would you still make that choice? The tale of a good man hiding the dark side within has captured audiences ever since Robert Louis Stevenson published his most (in)famous work, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, in 1886. 135 years later, and we’re still telling the same story, and now Blackeyed Theatre have staged a bold new version which opened at the New Theatre last night.

Written and directed by Nick Lane, the story follows Dr Henry Jekyll (Blake Kubena), a respected scientist on the verge of a neurological breakthrough. His friends and colleagues condemn his dubious methods, but a potential romance might just bring out the best in him – if the worst doesn’t beat him to it. I don’t just love the original, I literally wrote the book on it (well, the PhD, anyway) – so you can understand my excitement at finally seeing a stage version come to Cardiff. And it was well worth the wait. The company live streamed an earlier version in September 2020, but there’s something magical about witnessing these four exceptional actors play multiple roles (or should that be ‘selves’?) right before your eyes.

Blake Kubena gives a captivating and visceral performance as both Jekyll and Hyde, moving fluidly between the two ‘personalities’. The physical aspects of the role are crafted in collaboration with movement/intimacy director Enric Ortuño, who is also responsible for several stunning slow-motion sequences, especially a (literally) gut-wrenching act one closer that simply has to be seen to be believed. Lane’s adaptation takes the unusual and rewarding route of making Hyde more debonair than the socially awkward Jekyll, and juxtaposing an intelligent but physically weak Jekyll (not unlike Stevenson himself) with a cruel and powerful Hyde makes for enthralling viewing.

Zach Lee plays Jekyll’s friend and lawyer, Gabriel Utterson, as a strait-laced Petrocelli with the fastidiousness of Hercule Poirot. Lee narrates much of the story and excellently grounds the increasingly-eerie action. Paige Round is especially impressive as Eleanor Lanyon, the sole woman in the play: the novel features no named women characters, concerned as it is with masculinity and the aggression and repression tied up within it, but Round crafts a woman as multi-faceted as the titular character, and brings much of the play’s energy and drive. And Ashley Sean-Cook plays Dr Hastie Lanyon, Eleanor’s sweet-natured beau, bringing new layers to Lanyon that make him far more complicated and sympathetic than his literary counterpart.

Moving the action from 1885 to the 1890s edges it closer to the dawn of psychoanalysis which Jekyll anticipated (in an effective opener, the cast first emerge wearing masks and speaking the same overlapping dialogue). Victoria Spearing’s striking set, a row of antique doors and cupboards lit alternately by red and blue, is itself evocatively psychoanalytical. Naomi Gibbs’ costumes brilliantly transport you to turn of the century London, and Lane’s adaptation cleverly draws in themes and parallels from Stevenson’s contemporaries, creating something of a Gothic smorgasbord: this Henry is driven not to let ‘the unjust man go his way and the just another’ but to revolutionise science, much like Victor Frankenstein. His experiments on rats and other animals (including human beings) aligns him not just with Victor but with Dr Moreau, fictional ‘mad’ scientists whose experiments paralleled the rise of vivisection that so engrossed and revolted the delicate sensibilities of Victorian society. A lawyer investigating supernatural goings on in 1897-era London smacks of Dracula – and while the subtextual homoeroticism of the original is relegated to a single saucy reference here, there’s a little of Dorian Gray in this Henry Jekyll, who too falls in love with a rising star of the stage.

Robert Louis Stevenson wasn’t much interested in being a lawyer, but he was fascinated with the criminal mind; what can propel a seemingly ordinary person into doing extraordinary (and extralegal) deeds. The ‘why’ of crime started to rival the ‘how’ in Gothic fiction of the time, which is perhaps why true-crime cases rose in popularity – the case of William Brodie, a Edinburgh clergyman by day, thief and gambler by night, certainly made an impression on Stevenson. The book itself is a split personality: the original was grudgingly burned by Stevenson at the behest of his wife, likely due to sexual or disturbing content – the second (written in less than a week and likely under the influence of controlled substances) is more civil, more sanitized, and yet still managed to push boundaries. Blackeyed Theatre brings both versions of the text together in a gloriously (un)holy union here.

Blackeyed Theatre have perfected the formula of adapting classic literature to be taught in schools in accessible and lively ways. Their version of Jekyll and Hyde is an absorbing, immersive and exciting adaptation that does justice to the original while forging its own path. It could be a little tighter, especially in the first act, and the switch between the characters’ perspectives can make the timeline a touch confusing – but the latter serves to reinforce the theme of fractured subjectivity. Whether you’re familiar with the original or just its central duo, Blackeyed Theatre’s adaptation will take you on a riveting journey. And it leaves us, as life always does, with a choice: to take the easy road or the hard. It calls us to question why we keep telling the tale of Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde over and over when we should really be looking into a mirror. What will you see if you do? And what if the mask is the mirror?

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde is playing at the New Theatre Cardiff through Saturday 13 November.

Series Review, On the Edge, Channel 4/BlackLight Television by Gareth Williams

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

It is a clique to say that I laughed and cried at Channel 4’s anthology series, On the Edge, but it’s true. The three films, devised by new and emerging writers, are stirring, disturbing, entertaining and gripping. Each of them explores the impact of mental health in families through parent-child relationships in ways that are innovative, empowering, and unapologetic. They make for exceptional viewing in their own right; shown together, they become an unmissable 90-minutes of superb drama. I devoured them in a single sitting.

The first, ‘Mincemeat’, by Samantha O’Rourke, is a funny and moving tale starring Aimee Lou Wood. Jane is fresh out of school, working in a shoe shop, trying her best to be a good daughter to her controlling mum (Rosie Cavaliero). When she meets Nish, a boy she had a crush on in school, a sweet romance blossoms between them. However, the far-right views of Jane’s mum cause an irreparable rift that sees the lovers separate but, ultimately, leads Jane to find a sense of purpose. Nikhil Palmer (Nish) and Wood are perfectly suited, portraying the social awkwardness, first-kiss innocence, and gentle encouragement of a developing relationship with rich plausibility. Palmer’s kindness is in direct contrast to the harshness of Cavaliero, who plays Jane’s mother with a good deal of unconscious irony whilst injecting a slight empathy that reveals the pain behind much of her behaviour. She uses the death of her husband, Jane’s father, to guilt trip her children when it suits her, creating a distorted view of him that is blown apart in a moment of revelation that brings Jane freedom. What O’Rourke manages to do so deftly is to work through the underlying issues and motivations behind these characters with a delightful touch of humour. It ensures their humanity is not lost to a dark political underbelly that can otherwise lead to simplistic caricatures. The soundtrack only contributes to the wealth of emotion that exudes through the screen.

The emotion is no less pronounced in the second film, ‘Cradled’, by Nessah Muthy. Here, it is the extraordinary performance of Ellora Torchia as new mum Maia that makes for a compelling watch. She has a seemingly comfortable and ideal life. However, underneath the surface, something more sinister is stirring. She begins to hear a voice, and thinks her baby is in danger. What is witnessed over an enthralling and gut-wrenching half-hour is a descent into mental illness that creates real fear. That fear is so palpably felt through the screen that the tension becomes unbearable at times. Torchia really does embody her character, achieving a verisimilitude that causes genuine terror for its audience. It is not so much the effective horror tropes used in the telling of this story that contribute to this real anxiety as the fact that it involves a little child who appears to be actually at risk such is Torchia’s ability in conveying the awful experience of Maia. Muthy writes in such a way as to give her protagonist a sense of agency whilst simultaneously losing some of that agency to darker forces. The supporting characters are all culpable to some degree of ignoring or belittling her awareness that something is not right. The drama thus becomes a kind of rallying cry to all of us to take mental health seriously. It is, in part, a depiction of the consequences of failing to do so adequately. I breathed a huge sigh of relief at the optimism of its final scenes.

Optimism also marks the final film, ‘Superdad’, by Daniel Rusteau. Not before an incredible amount of nerves have been shredded however. When Keon (Martin McCann) turns up at his ex-partner’s house to wish his son a happy birthday, he gets the door slammed shut in his face. He is determined to make Wesley’s day special though, so he waits until he is walking to school to take him on a road trip that, slowly but surely, is not all it’s crept up to be. Rusteau drip-feeds information that gradually causes unease both for the viewer and Wesley (Joseph Obasohan). First about the car; then a quick dash away from a café; and then, finally, a confrontation at a petrol station. The interaction between the characters at this final point cause the façade of Keon to fall to such an extent as to give rise to worry. Obasohan is so adept at portraying the doubt clearly arising in his character’s mind that, coupled with the juddery movements of the handheld camera accompanying McCann, it is difficult not to be immersed in the tension of the situation. Similarly, his strength at resisting his dad’s calls to get back in the car when he realises the facile nature of his explanations is deeply felt. It conveys a maturity that, like Wood’s Jane, surpasses that of the adult parent, revealing a wisdom and thirst for emotional honesty in young people that can too often be ignored or go unappreciated by their elders. It is the recognition of this at the film’s end that makes it all the more beautiful and heartfelt.

Together, these films express the effects of mental health within modern British families. They are stories told with sensitivity; thrilling yet heartfelt. Filmed across Wales, and made with the support of Creative Wales, they offer the opportunity for new and emerging talent both on and off camera to gain experience working on a production that is on the cutting-edge of storytelling and broadcast on a mainstream channel. This is what public-service broadcasting is for. The three writers that have had the opportunity to showcase their work on such a platform are all deserving of further commissions. If their future stories are as veracious and enjoyable as these half-hourly instalments have been then their future looks bright. Go check them out if you haven’t already. They are simply excellent.

All three films can be viewed on 4OD here.

Reviewed by
Gareth Williams

Review Festival of Voice, Day 4, Wales Millennium Centre, Cardiff By Gary Pearce

Having checked the weekend line up my chosen day was the Sunday, Day 4 of what was the culmination of a fantastic weekend of music spanning all genres and beyond. The three acts I was most interested in were Sprints, Ghostpoet and Arab Strap, who appearing in that order were the last three acts of the festival.

First up Sprints, no not ‘The’ Sprints as I previously believed, just Sprints. But there was no ‘just’ about them! This young female fronted four-piece hailing from Dublin were a real treat. Combining a strong lead vocal, a thrashing guitar, consistent driving drum beat and a bass player that very obviously enjoyed using alternative bass playing techniques and was a joy to watch. They drew on elements from several music genres including indie, grunge. garage rock & punk which when combined came across as something familiar but at the same time something new. Their lyrics were edgy and relevant and the band made their political stance known via dialogue between songs. Being a person of a certain age and having listened to music all of my life I noticed elements of their style that I was able to pick out and attribute to other bands, intentional or not they were there. The most obvious for me being a guitar sound on two tracks that I had only previously associated with one band and firm favourite of an old punk like me, The Ruts. This guitar sound immediately transported me back to another time and place but then I was quickly returned to the present by their own unique sound. Loud, fast, hectic, meaningful, organised chaos!

After a short break, next up was the one-of-a-kind and truly incredible Ghostpoet. As he took to the stage the smoky, dim blue light, gave him a ghostly appearance now all we needed was the poetry! But this was no conventional poet, what walked onto the stage was an imposing leather clad figure of a rock god! Lyrical brilliance backed by a bass so heavy it pinned you to the floor, drumming so wild yet never out of time, some technical bluesy, rocky, thrashy guitar playing, rhythmic keyboards and howling synthesizer added to the melee of multi-layered sound. But what was the sound? I think it is easier to describe it in terms of art than music, it was a combination of surrealism, impressionism and modernism with a fair sprinkling of abstract and topped off with a helping avant-garde all culminating in a crazy, manic, crescendo of musical colour! Pure brilliance or poetic madness? You decide!

To round off the evening the last band took their place on the stage. or was it the road crew doing a final check? No it was definitely the band! A most unassuming foursome took their positions. Arab Strap, an indie rock band, hailing from Falkirk, Scotland, formed in 1995 and split in 2006. They had a brief reformation in 2011, then went their separate ways, only to reform again in 2016, then  in March 2021 released their new album, As Days Get Dark, their first in over 16 years. Led by frontman and story teller Aidan Moffat with his sandpaper like voice and dry humour, we were treated to songs about life, love, sex, truth & lies, all delivered with an openness and sincerity that made every word totally believable. Backing Aidan was a band that visually came across as loose and relaxed but musically they were far from it, they were as tight as you like, never missing that indie beat.

Okay, the first album in over 16 years, should you go out and buy it? Well I’m sure we’ve all experienced the dark times in music, times when voids appear with nothing of any substance to fill them, frustration sets in and there is a desperate yearning to batter our ear drums with something new. Well next time you find yourself scratching around blindly in some musically dark abyss with little hope of survival and that something new you crave is real, meaningful, honest, good old indie with a bit of a dance beat, Arab Strap could well be your saviour!

Review Festival of Voice, Wales Millennium Centre, Cardiff by Tracey Robinson

The Festival of Voice was established in 2016 and is held at the magnificent Wales Millennium Centre. Each festival uses cultural interests or current trends, bringing artists and audiences together over four days of thought-provoking performance, incredible live music and inspirational talks. I went to the festival on day 4 (the Sunday evening). There were a number of free public performances throughout the centre, including audio installations, panel discussions, pop-up dance routines, immersive 360 films and youth theatre productions, which sadly I didn’t get to experience.

However, I did get to see three incredible performances from Sprints, Ghostpoet and Arab Strap. I was surprised at the small crowd that were in attendance, given the buzzing, raucous, riotous, acts that were performing. This may have been due to covid anxieties or maybe the cost of £50.00 for a day ticket, instead of paying for individual shows, nonetheless, the turnout was very disappointing.

I’d never heard of Dublin based, Sprints, before tonight, I felt ashamed of myself, they are a riotous, post-punk, loud band, I felt excited, they were gutsy and off the cuff. They’re a band with a purpose, their music reflects the issues that affect us all on a day-to-day basis, coming from Ireland they certainly made a point of informing the crowd about the recent legalisation of abortion and same sex marriages, recent changes that have an enormous impact. Chugging, anthemic guitars and driven drums are matched by Karla’s snarling vocals. This is punk at its best, hectic, spontaneous and rambunctious. Festival of Voice was their first gig in Cardiff but definitely not their last, I’ll be seeing them again.

Up next was Ghostpoet, what can I say? He’s a cool guy, energetic, charismatic, a performer, he wore a glistening silver earring, sunglasses and a leather jacket, he looked like a swaggering rock star. With his husky whispers of lyrical content along with an energetic performance which saw him dance and get enthused, immersed into his music it was near impossible to steal your eyes away from the stage whilst watching him perform. Beguiling, mesmerising, the epitome of cool, Ghostpoet was near stunning, with a band to offset the lyrical content sometimes with layers of dub, drum n bass and psychedelia, the music had bass so deep it entered through my feet and into my body. Ghostpoet cuts a striking figure but it’s the power of his vocals that stay with you.

After a short break, Arab Strap were on, a Scottish, indie-folk, rock band, 15 years after calling it a day they’re back in Cardiff, for the first time since reforming. Why have I never seen these before? I’d heard of them but clearly wasn’t paying attention the first time around. I instantly fell in love with the deep, scottish growling tone of Aidan Moffat’s vocals, awfulising about his chaotic lifestyle, shagging, insecurities, booze, heartbreak and humour. He has the kind of looks and confidence of a guy you should be sat chatting to in the pub. They were loud, raucous and noisy, Malcolm Middleton guided melodies with some complex finger picking, he made guitar work look very easy. Their music is deeply immersive from beginning-to-end; like a good book, it’s almost impossible to put down once you’ve started. The poetic mix of darkness, melancholy, romance, and unflinching honesty.

This is one of the best gigs I’ve been to in a very long time, they’re a real force to be reckoned with, in a league of their own. I may not have been paying attention the first time around but I am now. Arab Strap I’m so glad you’ve reformed, please, please, please, come back to Cardiff.

Review HERE, National Dance Company Wales, Theatr Clwyd by Alicia Jelley

I immersed myself in dance on Friday by watching @ndcwales perform their triple bill production, HERE at @theatrclwyd

I’d seen ‘Afterimage’ by @_fernando_melo before on a previous tour, but it was still just as mesmerising as the first time and if not more profound after lockdown, as the theme of being disconnected to one another and ourselves struck a poignant chord.

‘Why are people clapping?!’ by @ed.myhill might have been my personal favorite. Highlighting that rhythm is at the core of dance, and that the human being can become a percussion instrument capable of making music simply by clapping at different tempos with light and shade was fun to watch. Not to mention the facial expressions

Lastly ‘Moving is everywhere, forever’ by @fayefayefaye.tan definitely had myself and most the audience tapping and moving in their seats. Dance is therapy, and expression of the soul, a release. It makes you feel good and fulfills a basic human need to move the body. Dance is for everyone

You can catch the tour at Aberystwyth Arts Centre on Tuesday the 9th Nov, more information here

Review: Book of Mormon 23.10.2021 @TheCentre @bookofmormonuk #Cardiff by Patrick Downes

Originally due to play at Wales Millennium Centre in October 2020, the rescheduled Book of Mormon (BOM from herein) is just one of those musicals that you will either love or hate, there is no middle ground.

Having seen it in London in 2018, when tickets first went on sale for the Cardiff dates, I knew I wanted to see it again. Fast forward over two year later, I finally saw BOM on home territory – and it was also the first time back at WMC since January 2020 when Six was on tour there (25th January to be exact).

Having been to London over the last few weeks to see theatre again, and to have that feeling of live theatre, BOM was just the ticket!

If you’re not aware of BOM. It’s a musical comedy with music, lyrics, and book by Trey Parker, Robert Lopez, and Matt Stone (South Park & Frozen). It follows two Latter-day Saints missionaries as they attempt to preach the faith of the Church to the inhabitants of a remote Ugandan village.

Simple premise for a musical, I guess. The best way to describe it, is someone took a book of Musicals For Dummies, copied different musical ideas, used the comical genius behind South Park (not forgetting Robert Lopez who’s part of the team that have brought us Frozen & Coco), and you have one of the funniest & clever musicals of the last decade.

In saying that, this isn’t for everyone. The subject matter itself could be controversial, but I’ve another perspective. It’s not about one religion, it might be named after one, but the tone and material itself is about all religion, and the basis of it – a belief. It doesn’t say one religion is bad, and one is good, it just says your beliefs are yours – there are no wrong or right answers.

Performance wise, I’ve seen many touring productions at Wales Millennium Centre, and this one would probably be one the best I’ve seen – not just in Cardiff, but London and New York also. Sometimes touring productions can’t embed into a theatre for obvious timing reasons, but this one, with the set design, audio and overall casting is nigh on perfection!

Robert Colvin as Elder Price gives as good a performance as I’ve seen Josh Gad give (on Youtube I’ll add!), and Jordan Lee Davies as Elder Cunningham is more than match for Andrew Rannells in the original Broadway production. Aviva Tulley’s voice is just amazing as Nabalungi, and the ensemble were also pretty damn on point.

I’ve not reviewed anything in a long while – for obvious reasons – but maybe able to tell I liked this, and liked it a lot. I’ve never given any production I’ve reviewed a full house previously, but this is the one to change that. Maybe it’s the lack of live theatre over the last 18 months, but Book of Mormon is one to most certainly catch on its current UK tour – it also returns to the West End on November 15th!

Overall – I believe, Book of Mormon, is much better than any golden plates!

REVIEW Dial M for Murder, New Theatre by Barbara Hughes-Moore

Is there such a thing as a perfect crime? This is the question at the heart of Frederick Knott’s classic play and Alfred Hitchcock’s iconic movie adaptation, which come to life in this stylish new production directed by Anthony Banks. Starring Strictly Come Dancing champion Tom Chambers (Top Hat, Crazy for You) and West End star Diana Vickers (Little Voice), the play follows Tony Wendice (Chambers), a retired tennis player who seems to have it all: a beautiful, rich wife, Margot (Vickers), a swanky Maida Vale apartment, and a perfect life. But when Wendice learns that Margot is having an affair with budding crime writer Max Halliday (Michael Salami), he concocts a foolproof plan to kill her and claim her fortune without having to go through with the grisly deed himself.

Diana Vickers and Tom Chambers

It’s great to see Dial M for Murder come to Cardiff, not only because the touring production has been so long delayed due to COVID, but also because the 1954 movie starred Grace Kelly alongside local boy Ray Milland, the first Welshman to win an Oscar. The touring production captures all the thrills of the original, and the cast bring a lot of energy and drive to the story – especially Chambers, who brings a dancer’s grace to Wendice that cleverly underscores the character’s background. He moves through the stage with the elegance of a tennis player, as if everything is still a game to him: there’s a winner, and a loser, rules, technique, and a ruthless urge to triumph. He may have left the game, but it has clearly not left him.

Tom Chambers and Christopher Harper

Chambers is the master of the dropped smile: charming and effervescent one minute, seething and manipulative the next. He plays especially well off of Christopher Harper (Coronation Street), who pulls double duty as both the reluctant assassin and the eccentric detective. Harper is chameleonic and effortless in each role – had I not known beforehand, I genuinely wouldn’t have been able to tell they were played by the same actor. Both performances are brilliant – but the affably off-centre Inspector Hubbard might just win by a hair (imagine if Sam Rockwell played Eric Idle playing Columbo). Vickers and Salami ground the action with less showy roles but no less impressive performances, especially in the second half. While the drama hits all the right notes, there’s a surprising amount of comedy to enjoy here as well, not least in watching Wendice’s plan hopelessly unravel.

Michael Salami

The cast are buoyed by an absolutely gorgeous set designed by David Woodhead (also responsible for the stylish costumes) and Lizzie Powell’s inventive lighting. Shifting the story to the 60s places it on the cusp of sweeping social and legal change in Britain: this was an era which saw legislation outlawing racial discrimination and decriminalising sex between men, the rise of second-wave feminism, and the end of capital punishment – all of which subtly and effectively underscore the story. Tony and Margot’s relationship is a marriage of new and old money, a fragile union especially in class-shaken post-war Britain. The show itself might be a tad uneven at times, only really dialling up after the interval – and there’s a jarring moment when the otherwise-sympathetic Hubbard roughs up Halliday, perhaps in a nod to police racism – but it’s themes, it’s performances, and the pure, thrilling storytelling are otherwise on-point.

There’s no such thing as a perfect crime because the people who commit them aren’t perfect. No-one is: no matter how clever you are, no matter how much you plan and scheme and prepare, there’s always something you’ve missed. And you really shouldn’t miss Dial M for Murder: the self-proclaimed ‘blueprint for the modern thriller’ might be pushing seventy, but it can still swing for the fences.

Dial M for Murder is playing at the New Theatre through Saturday 6th November

Note: this production features a significant amount of flashing lights during scene changes.

If you booked tickets for the original dates of 29 June – 3 July 2021, they will be valid for these performances.

Audio Described Performance: 6 November 2021 2:30PM

Review by
Barbara Hughes-Moore

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