Crowe
and Seagrove provide comedy gold
Last night
saw the opening of Noel Cowards Fallen Angels at Darlington Civic
Theatre and provided for the almost sell out audience a real tonic in this
damp and cold February. Looking through the history books, this play was
first performed back in 1925 at the Globe, to which reviews commented that it
was "..vulgar, disgusting, outrageous, shocking, nauseating, obscene and
degenerate" - scant praise indeed and yet despite, or perhaps
because of, such feedback Fallen Angels
was a resounding success, a success which on current form it will be repeating
again almost 90 years later.
Built on the
themes of infidelity, sexual liberation, equality and more than a touch of disregard
for the social expectations of the time, Noel
Coward's peak under the bed clothes of 20's high society is full of
his trademark word play and erudite observations, but it is the visual
humour which elevates this performance into the annals of greatness and
provides one of the funniest evenings this wonderful theatre has seen for many
years.
The premise
is quite a simple one; two ladies, who, before marrying, were both in love with
the same exotic Frenchman; a love which they had consigned to their misty eyed,
rose coloured past, whilst they duly followed convention and married perfectly
honourable (if somewhat boring) English gents. Then, 14 years later and
completely out of the blue, they both receive a postcard from 'Monsieur Amor'
announcing that he is to visit and with this simple correspondence old passions
are aflame, jealousies aroused and dreams resurface.
The leading
ladies, Jenny Seagrove and Sara Crowe both have tremendous pedigrees for
the variety and depth of roles they have played, and whilst this is neither's
first foray into comedy, their impeccable timing and physical dexterity
(bordering on slapstick) showed that both are amazingly adept at creating belly
laughs from mere glances. I warn anyone going to see this that the last 15
minutes of the 1st act will have you literally gasping for breath, bereft of
ribs and pleading for the curtain to fall and the chance to regain some sense
of dignity, not to mention a reappraisal of the stage power of a
pineapple. The second act continues with both ladies seeking to gain an
advantage over the other whilst trying not to betray their own passions until
the climax, when, as both husbands begin to realise they may have been duped,
Monsieur Duclos arrives to add a Gallic frisson to proceedings. Philip Battley who plays the suave &
debonair Frenchman was wonderful, a cameo mix of Maurice Chevalier
and English Cad Terry Thomas and whose entrance, late in the play, was met
with many appreciative gasps from the ladies in the audience.
Whilst the
setting may be 1920's London, the cleverness of the play and the perfection of
the acting make this quite timeless; lets face it, sex, love,
passion and champagne know no boundaries.
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