Birmingham Hippodrome’s ‘boy who wouldn’t grow up’ is ‘Pan-tastic’

JM BARRIE’S original tale of ‘The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up’ is just about recognisable in this delightfully brash panto version by Alan McHugh at the Birmingham Hippodrome.

It is indeed ‘an awfully big adventure’ with household name stars dazzling on stage as well as those twinkling on the sky curtains.

There are spectacular sets, a kaleidoscope of colourful costumes, pacey dance routines, songs a plenty, tight cool band and a barrel load of special effects to bring a bevy of gasps.

Pantomime audiences come not only to be entertained, but also to play their part in this uniquely British theatrical experience by booing, cheering, hissing and whooping appropriately. They did this on cue from the dynamic Matt Slack as Mr Smee – the whirlwind around which everything revolves. This is Matt’s sixth successive year in the Hippodrome panto and the cheers that greet his entrance are rightly gladiatorial.

He offers up a perfect mix of pathos and crudity, he generates warmth; has a great singing voice and most of all gives us a charismatic, inclusive and generous performance – he acts to one and includes us all – a rare talent indeed.

We first meet Mr Smee on the rooftop of the Darlings’ family home in Brum (The setting for this production is moved from the rooftops of London to the Second City and why not indeed?)

Smee is some sort of family retainer/nanny to Wendy, John and Michael and when they fly off to Neverland with Peter Pan (an engaging pop star performance from Jaymi Hensley) and his fairy chum, Tinkerbell (a gorgeously stroppy outing from Kelly Gnauck) he follows them through the clouds on a Vespa scooter.

The aerial trip is stunning enough as our historic troupe fly high up in the skies past stars and round planets, but to see Smee’s scooter twist and turn above our heads is a breathtaking aerial stunt reminiscent of those masters of Las Vegas illusions ‘Siegfried and Roy’.

On arrival at Neverland we meet the legend that is Captain Hook played by the legend that is Jimmy Osmond. He is perhaps more endearing than dastardly but we boo him just the same. He is at his best when indulging in clever word play. There is a quite wonderful rhyming word sessions involving him, Smee and the Magical Mermaid.’ Meera Syal brings magical, good fairy queen warmth to this role for which she is quite-rightly rewarded by getting to arrive in spectacular style via a flying seashell.

As well as the scripted gags these three principals revel in ad-libbing when things go wrong, like wigs and moustaches falling off. They are enjoying what is happening and that enjoyment is infectious.

Of course no panto would be complete without a slapstick scene – here Hook, Smee and the Mermaid are joined by Pan to give us a hilarious musical comedy routine involving frying pans, truncheons and buckets of water. Smee of course bares the brunt of most of the knocks, bumps and prods but he gets to wield the water over the audience as consolation.

There are some entertaining dance routines – my personal favourite comprised a row of dancing crocodiles. Joyous as this is, for a second you are left feeling ‘Is that it for Hooks nemesis?’ Oh no it isn’t! They are but the warm-up to a crocodile who is to crocodiles what Jaws is to sharks – he is massive and stretches from his twitching, armour-plated tail at the back of one of deepest stages in the world, to hover with mouth akimbo displaying rows of sharp teeth over the first few rows of the stalls causing the occupants to duck in terror.

Imogen Brooke as Tiger Lily makes a delicious if brief appearance as the Red Indian Princess – I would love to have seen her do more as what she does is quite memorable.

The speciality acts of ‘The Drunken Pirates’ and ‘The Timbuktu Tumblers’ compliment the action with fitting displays of gravity defying balancing and acrobatics.

Perhaps more could have been made of Nana the dog who just gets to wander on and off a couple of times without really anything to the story or the action – but this is a minor niggle amongst a box of delights.

From the principals through the ensemble to the babes provided by the Birmingham Stage School the whole company acts seamlessly as a team – which only goes to show that Director Michael Harrison and Choreographer Alan Harding have done their jobs well.

The audience left the theatre buzzing and contented – it was quite simply five stars to the right and then straight on to – Pantastic!

The show runs until January 27.

Visit www.birminghamhippodrome.com/calendar/peter-pan/#performances for more information, times and tickets.

Review by Euan Rose

Not enough ‘wonder’ in the Crescent’s Alice in Wonderland

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WHEN DIRECTING, the golden rule is the most important person in the rehearsal room is the writer, even if he or she has been dead a few hundred years.

James David Knapp has a problem as not only is he directing ‘Alice in Wonderland’ in this Crescent Theatre production, but also he is working to his own adaptation.

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The vision we see on stage should be the vision he sees in his head.

There is no higher authority to check if it works until it is offered up to an audience; therefore I shall try to be charitable.

It is intelligently written but also oh so overwritten. The show opens with a damp squib when it should be a rocket.

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We are subjected to a long parental conversation about Alice’s schooling whilst all we want is to hurry up and get down the rabbit hole so we can have some fun.

At last the parents retire for the night leaving Alice (a hard working honest performance by Ruth Waterson) free to get out of bed. The naughty girl has gone to bed with her clothes on but then again might she only be dreaming?

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Down the rabbit hole she goes to a room with a tiny door and a tiny table plus a bottle labelled ‘Drink Me’ and a cake labelled ‘Eat Me’. When she eats and drinks alternatively spotlights are turned on the audience, which I presume are intended to mask the transitions, but are actually both blinding and annoying. It would have been so much better just to make a spectacle of the crew doing the change with some music and imagination.

The lighting for the whole of the first half is dim and moody, the costumes mostly dark and the dialogue for the most part, more insular than shared. This is more Underworld than Wonderland.

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The Mad Hatters’ Tea Party should surely be a splendid piece of slapstick, not homage to Harold Pinter – we need something to make us laugh!

The best bit of the first half is the scene coming up to the interval when at last the stage is flooded with colour and bright costumes as the Queen of Hearts is heralded.

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Act two is better – we get to meet some characters that actually raise a smile, namely the three gardeners delightfully played by Amelia Hall, William Stait and Ronnie Kelly.

Alice Macklin also applies herself with royal gusto as the Queen of Hearts. For me the croquet scene with the pink flamingos is the high spot.

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If only there were a couple of songs, some dances and a few maroons going off to add some magic.

The company will no doubt gain luster and up their game over the run but currently this seasonal offering is a lost opportunity to show the Crescent at its best. Roll on the Wassail!

The show runs until next Saturday, December 15. Tickets are £17 adults (£16 concessions) and £15 for children.

For more information and times, visit https://www.crescent-theatre.co.uk/theatre-event/?EventID=116330

Review by Euan Rose

‘Brash, bawdy and sometimes naughty’ – the Benidorm stage show comes to Birmingham

THEY came in their droves, fans of all ages of one of the most popular sitcoms ever – ‘Benidorm’- to see the actors that had given them so much pleasure on the small screen come to life on the Alexandra stage.

Even more poignant is this live show, as the TV series has aired its final ever episode.

There was a pre-curtain buzz in the audience that was infectious, the excited chatter you experience on a packed plane leaving a cold climate and taking off in search of sun, sea and sangria. Yes we are off to sunny Spain – Y’Viva Espana!

Mark Walters, the designer does a grand job in helping the transportation process with his clever staging – that plus cracking warm lighting from the LD Ben Cracknell and the Alexandra Theatre management whacking the central heating to almost shorts and bikini temperatures.

With the oh-so-familiar Benidorm theme tune completing the transformation, we land at the three star Solana Hotel to find a worried Sherrie Hewson as manageress Joyce Temple-Savage reeling from the news the hotel is set to be taken over and everyone’s job is on the line.

Worse still, undercover guests have been sent in report back to the board. Could it be that young Perkins couple snooty Sophie (Tricia Adele- Turner) and her downtrodden husband Ben (Bradley Clarkson)?

Joyce thinks so and lays on the seven-star treatment in the hope of a good report.

The plot is simple, who wants anything complicated tonight anyway – rather let’s enjoy what writer, creator and – in this production – actor (he plays Gay Derek), Derren Litten has created – an adult pantomime. It is brash, bawdy and sometimes downright filthier than ever made the pre-watershed TV screen, but it oh so deliciously funny!

As each of the familiar faces make their entrance they are greeted with wild whoops and applause from the audience like they were the matinee idols of old. There’s half lothario/half gigolo Mateo toned and played to Spanish smarmy perfection by Jake Canuso.

Also the hugely talented, unmissable duo of queen of camp Kenneth (Tony Maudsley) and his permanently stressed out sidekick Liam (Adam Gillen).

Janine Duvitski is at her outrageous best as swing-ding enlister Jacqueline and Shelly Longworth brings us a big warm glow as Sam. These plus some newcomers talk, cavort, sing and dance us through one memorable evening all brought together by director Ed Curtis.

Park your political correctness at the door, put all thoughts of BREXIT out of your head and just enjoy yourself.

Book soon as tickets are becoming a rarity.

The Benidorm stage show runs at the Alexandra Theatre in Birmingham until December 29.

Visit https://www.atgtickets.com/shows/benidorm/alexandra-theatre-birmingham/ for more information, times and tickets.

Review by Euan Rose