Strictly Musicals 2 at the New Darlington Hippodrome

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The perfect blend of old and new is an ideal way to celebrate the opening of Darlington’s New  Hippodrome.

Throughout history there have always been great double acts; partnerships which seem forged in perfect harmony and inseparable regardless of time, culture or changing tastes .  For many years, Darlington Operatic Society and The Civic (as was) have been one such double act so it was fitting that the New Hippodrome would host, as its inaugural show the latest offering from the most professional amateur production group in the country.  Not only was it a chance to reunite two of Darlington’s most loved offerings, but also to celebrate old and new, tradition and modernity whilst clearly spotlighting the future.

Strictly Musicals 2 (the sequel to the record breaking show of 2013) is another masterpiece of selection, choreography and musical direction, celebrating show tunes from old and new, classic and breakthrough and giving an opportunity to not only showcase the immense talent within DOS, but to also test and challenge the new theatre’s readiness for the hectic seasons to come.

Anyone who has been to a DOS production will be familiar with the quality on show; tremendous group vocal performances supported by elaborate and energetic dance routines and complimented by breath taking duets and solos.  The choice of numbers this year incorporated some lesser known tunes which, whilst not always instantly recognisable, were performed so well that I am sure they will have piqued an interest to seek out the full shows from which they were taken.  In making this selection, Director Joanne Hand and Dos debutant MD Steven Hood have certainly brought an exposure to shows which may have otherwise been missed; Children of Eden, Copacabana, Big River, Newsies and Ghost were ably supported by more traditional stalwarts from Wicked, Chess, Mamma Mia, Joseph and the quite brilliant Rent.  Youthful enthusiasm, a trademark of previous DOS ensembles, remains super strong amongst the new ‘Dossers’ as they attacked each number with unreserved energy and passion although the number which seemed to illict the warmest response was reserved for evergreen Sam Morrison and stately Julian Cound who, through Small Umbrella in the Rain (Little Women) gave a masterclass in how to use 3 minutes to tell a lifetime’s story.

As for the Hippodrome itself, it is a masterpiece of sympathetic restoration of the old theatre coupled with the new, airy and stylish additions of foyer bar, heritage walkways and enhanced viewing.  The seating is very comfortable (important when attending shows with rather long first acts) with noticeably more leg room.  The new décor creates a sense of light and space, with the stage feeling not only bigger but more open, giving the audience a cinematic experience.  One habitual problem for older theatres has been how to engage with the new digital sound systems required for modern touring shows (especially musicals) – thankfully, this is no longer a challenge for the Hippodrome; the new acoustics are brilliant, perfectly demonstrated by the stand out performer of the night, Naomi Potts, whose rendition from Phantom of the Opera was crystal clear and pure without ever sounding loud or forced.

Never has the future of musical theatre in Darlington been so exciting; a 1^st class venue and a 1^st class Society.

Cinderella Panto @ Darlington Civic

Panto season again at the Civic means madcap fun, classic entertainment and the chance to watch one of the funniest men on the stage.  This year’s offering of Cinderella dishes up the treats like a festive selection box – you know what to expect, you know you like ‘em all and too much might just leave you feeling a little queasy (from laughing so much)

The script for panto Cinders is pretty stable fayre; the story, the jokes and the finale are all time honored and rarely does a production dare to stray.  How they can introduce some uniqueness and originality is through the star casting, the musical numbers, the use of current tech and usually with some good old fashioned slapstick – to this end Darlington’s’ festive fun stands strong on its own.

Playing the title role is the beautiful Ashleigh Butler, a young lady who deserves top billing on her own but who is always shadowed by her furry friend Pudsey.  Make no bones about it, Ashleigh can sing, dance and act as good as any other Cinders but it is the little canine companion who draws the ‘aws’ every time he appears and never seemed fazed by the noise, the laughter and the occasional faux pas from the two legged cast members.

Playing opposite Ashleigh is Matt Edwards as Buttons – her love-struck bff who is so desperately in love with her that he will even help Prince Charming find her despite knowing that when he does they will surely marry.  How to sum up Matt Edwards ?  The best accolade I can give is that if they ever wanted to remake the fabulous and famous Norman Wisdom movies then Matt is without a doubt the best person to play the perpetual underdog; his timing is impeccable, his style and mannerisms uncannily like Sir Norman and his ability to disarm any situation and return it to its funniest core is worthy of a show all of his own.  He is adept at party magic, can throw his voice and has the athletic poise to deliver plenty of pratfalls (even when he doesn’t mean to).  His scene in the forest where he attempts to intervene between Prince Charming and Cinders is delivered with the same impact, tearful laughter and gasping for breath worthy of the best silent movie comics, whilst his leading of a total slapstick rendition of “12 days of Christmas” should be shown on TV every day in December as a remedy for pre-Christmas stress. 

The usual panto stalwarts and objects of derision, the ugly step sisters, are played by regional favorites Danny Potts and Phil Corbitt whose personalities are only beaten for size by their dresses and hairdos.  Danny & Phil have built a great repartee and are obviously very comfortable with their return to the Civic; indeed some of the jokes weren’t so much close to the knuckle as being right down to the bone but it certainly gave the adults a little extra to giggle at.

This year’s standout moment is the rather ingenious and unique way in which Cinders makes her way to the ball; I won’t spoil the surprise suffice it to say that those with an appreciation of Greek mythology will find it mesmerising.

The only disappointment of the evening was the introduction of Dooby Duck and gang as a mid-show interlude.  Sadly, the prospect of a load of animal based marionettes playing to a rather convoluted soundtrack of stereotypical pop music completely killed any momentum which the preceding merriment had built and left the majority of the younger audience sat in baffled silence while the adults started to fidget nervously, daring themselves to maybe check their phones for a quick football update or a status refresh on Facebook.   This show wasn’t that good when it was new (in the 60’s/70’s) but today, in the age of hi-tech 3d graphics, shadow imaging and computer generated projections it just can’t connect to the audience.  Happily tho, it is soon back to the bright lights and zany laughter as we rush headlong towards the grand finale and the chance to marvel at the choreography and wonderful dancing of the Joanne Banks Dancers.

So, as always, if you want a fabulous evening packed with laughter that is guaranteed to start your run to Christmas in the best way possible then get yourself to the Civic, plonk yourself down, strap up your ribs tight and enjoy Matt, Ashleigh, Danny, Phil and of course, Pudsey.  You’ll love it, oh yes you will.

The Full Monty @ Darlington Civic

Over the years there have been a myriad of theatre shows which have been borne from successful movies; Flashdance, Footloose, Sister Act, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Kinky Boots to name but a few. Usually they are ‘adapted for stage’ which means recognising the constraints of limited scene changes, streamlining dialogue to keep the pacing fresh or losing the copyright permissions to use original soundtracks, and because of this, many people are left feeling a short changed that they’re not seeing their beloved movie made flesh.  The Full Monty bucks this trend completely; the original screen treatment was written by Simon Beaufoy, in fact it was his first screenplay, and it is Simon who has penned this stage production; with it he has retained all the humour, the pathos, the punchlines and the politics that made the original the global smash hit. 

The story hasn’t aged at all; due in part to the fact that, despite the bawling hysterics of the hordes of hen parties who regularly attend desperate to catch a glimpse of the naked male form, it is a story about life, love, families and relationships, but also, more sadly, because the economic and political climate of the Thatcherite 80’s is in danger of coming back to haunt us again – for Sheffield Steel now read Redcar or Doncaster or Motherwell.  It is a very British trait that allows us to sympathise with men who have had their livelihoods removed with very little scope on the horizon but then to laugh at them clinging hopelessly to the routines of the 9-5 by visiting the park or the bus shelter; I know personally how demoralising and emasculating being out of work can be but deep down we don’t lose our sense of humour, even if the object of the jokes become ourselves.

The story, for anyone who has lived in a cave for the past 30 years, is about a group of steel workers in Sheffield who, having been made redundant 6 months ago, reach desperation in both financial and emotional terms.  Driven by a need to show he can provide for his son, Gaz (brilliantly played by Gary Lucy) has tried every route to raise some cash (all of which are dubious to say the least) until he stumbles on a Chippendales night at the local club and realises that there is a huge market for male strippers.  Of course, the Chippendales are all Adonis’s – toned and tanned, whilst Gaz’s gang are normal blokes, a mix of middle age, middle of the road and middle England but what they lack in physique they more than match in guts and self-depreciation.    Realising that they need an extra hook to attract the punters, Gaz decides that, for one night only, they will perform ‘The Full Monty’ – stripped down to nothing but a hat and a smile and so begins their hilarious and touching training and practise.

The set for this show is possibly the most imaginative, visually stunning and complex I’ve seen here at the Civic – it resembles the interior of the steel works, complete with 7 tonne blue crane (nicknamed Lady Maggie), loading bays and security gangway.  Flown into this are a series of extra scenes which make up the Conservative & Labour Clubs, the Job centre, the park and the rear alleyways, all of which are brilliantly designed and expertly installed.

As mentioned earlier, the soundtrack remains true to the movie – the main theme, a lilting reggae/ska hook written in a minor key is ever present whilst the dance routines are performed to the strains of Wilson Pickett, Donna Summer, Hot Chocolate, James Brown and, of course, Sir Tom Jones’ “You can leave your hat on”.

The cast too are very close to the original movie and this ensures that the dynamics, so crucial to bringing more than just slapstick belly laughs, are easily recognisable.  Gaz’s calorie-challenged best mate is perfectly played by Martin Miller, on the front of it a funny fat lad but with plenty of insecurities underneath making his self-depreciation all too real.  The timeless Louis Emerick plays Horse and it’s a real treat to see him live on stage, he’s got expert comedic timing and is no stranger to dance moves either.  Baby faced Bobby Schofield plays Lumper, the half hearted suicidist who finds himself drawn to Guy, the toned & tanned surfer dude to which Rubert Hill brings his ‘super-sized’ talent !.  For this performance Nathan, Gaz’s son, was played by Ewan Phillips – Ewan was brilliant, held his own amongst the adult stars, displayed fantastic comedy timing and certainly didn’t hold back when given the chance to enjoy the banter with Lucy.  Completing the men’s line up is Andrew Dunn, one of the UKs finest comedy actors and a stalwart of TV & stage, in this he plays the lads former foreman who, like them, has been out of work for months but has yet to even tell his wife, scared of what she will say but also scared of her continued spending.

In all, whilst this show continues to attract a 95% female audience, it is not a show about male strippers (although the final number doesn’t fail to deliver) – it is a story about friendship, hardship, despair, sexual equality, impotence, suicide and the resolve of the human spirit – not normal ingredients for a feel-good musical but boy does it work – just remember to bring your hankies. 

Brave New World @ Darlington Civic

Is this our real life, is this just fantasy?

Aldous Huxley wrote Brave New World in 1930 and set it in 2540, and whilst its themes were, for the time of original publication, rather fantastical, the warnings he cleverly cloaked in the futuristic science fiction are today more relevant and worrying than ever before.  His portrayal of the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’ , of recognising, ney classifying ,the population into units of function and the acceptance that ‘the state’ can, through a utilitarian approach, decide what is best for everyone is so close to today’s western society that he was either extremely farsighted or a soothsayer to rival Nostradamus.  The blinkered and unerring belief by our current government that their austerity measures are the ONLY way to progress is all but Huxley’s new world made real, save for the fact that we have yet to enjoy the use & overuse of Soma – the wonder drug of ‘pleasure’ and compliance.

Oft read by students of modern literacy, beatnicks and wannabe social commentators alike, Brave New World has, for the most part, resisted an effective translation to the stage;  that is until Dawn King, together with James Dacre and the Touring Consortium Theatre Company embarked on reminding everyone just how powerful and disturbingly brilliant this modern classic is.

Set in the future, there was always a temptation to overplay the ‘tomorrows world’ part of Huxley’s vision, yet, to King’s credit, she has ensured that everything is instantly recognisable to today's culture; people are classified by their education, their breeding and their usefulness – whilst modern medicine and research are not quite ready to mass produce embryos to order, the technology and, in many circles, the desire most certainly exists.  Likewise, having a state that actively promotes the pursuit of material happiness while allowing an over-dependence on prescription medication (ie Antibiotics, anti-depressants and general analgesics)  is readily assimilated into the thoughts and feelings conditioning which forms the bedrock of the 2540 future state.

Under Dacre’s expert directing, we are constantly feeling that, as observers of this new world, we would never let things get this bad and yet we have, we do and no doubt we will continue to – as is so poignantly explained it is the ‘ice berg’ society – the elite sit above the water while 8 ninths work furiously below the surface to keep them afloat.  Coupled with some brilliant soundtracking by These New Puritans who bring a delicious and heady mix very reminiscent of Brian Eno, Tangerine Dream, The Orb and my favourite, Wendy Carlos, the overall effect is like the unwritten upper class side of Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange – a sort of what happened next once Alex & Dim and the gang were rounded up and dispatched to an island.

Gruffudd Glyn, as Bernard Marx wrestles perfectly with his deep seated desire to ‘fit in’, to comply, to meet the expected social norm within this Brave New World, and yet, as a class pariah, he really knows that it is only through good luck that he still holds a higher cast status – the Director and many of his acquaintance view him as a bit of a freak and certainly not one of the pure form they subscribe to.  People are created in labs, to order and are genetically programmed so that, once grown they will fulfil their place in the class tree – there is no place for feelings, free thought or even dreams.  Besotted with Lenina (Olivia Morgan) he happens on a chance to take her to the outside, an opportunity to witness first hand the ‘savages’ or classless outcasts who still hold sway to the old ways of thinking; religion, superstition and family values.  Whilst on this trip, they find an ex-lover of the Director and, more importantly, his bastard adult son, John (William Postlewaite) whom he never knew existed.  Believing this would grant him an exalted status and give chance to undertake a social experiment akin to a futuristic Pygmalion , Bernard persuades them to return to the new world with him & Lenina.

What transpires is a conflict between Johns supposed savage ways (he is well versed in poetry, Shakespeare and philosophy) and society’s desire to control, to conform and to suppress individuality – the feelings & emotions run very high as he is first touted a cause celebre, then mocked for not following the norm and finally cast out as a savage heathen, his ideals in ruins and his hope that society would be a better place completely smashed.  The ending, though rather swift in the telling, leaves a very deep feeling of unease – more so because writers, directors and film-makers keep issuing these warnings and yet we, as mankind, keep ignoring them – think King Kong, ET, the fore-mentioned Clockwork Orange, all of which show that the ruling classes believe that control is the only way for progression.  Even once the tragic end is done, we are returned back to the original start, the process must continue and the lessons, scarcely realised, are never learned.

Huxley’s take on a future world was originally a sci-fi piece with a nod to potential social commentary, now it almost reads like a joint editorial from the Lancet and The New Statesman.  This production is by far the most powerful and entertaining  piece of theatre seen this year; every school child should be made to watch it lest we hope that they will not make the same mistakes of the generations that come before them.

The Importance of Being Earnest 2015 @ Darlington Civic

A wonderfully witty and erudite play from the master of clever words given a new and highly entertaining twist.

There are many examples of the ‘play within a play’ style of production; some, like ‘The Woman in Black’, use it as a narrative retelling, others, like ‘Peter Pan Goes Wrong’ use it to justify a farcical and somewhat madcap mashup of a familiar tale.  For this version of The Importance of Being Earnest, the ideal is used to couch the well known and much loved Oscar Wilde play within the confines of an amateur theatre group whose own traditions appear to be even more deep rooted than the original.

Brilliantly imagineered (and yes, that is a word, made up by the Disney Corporation but I’m having it now) by Lucy Bailey, the fictitious Bunbury Company of Players have performed the play so many times that they no longer treat it with the reverence oft reserved for Wilde’s work and instead demonstrate that familiarity indeed does breed contempt.  The curtain rises, not on the plush London home scene of John Worthing, but on the cast & crew of the Bunburians hurriedly readying themselves for final dress rehearsals.  There are many in-jokes, some based on Wilde’s prose but many  seemingly on previous years’ performances to which we, the audience, have not been privy – fear not however as these jokes play so heavily on the stereotypical theatre ‘types’ that they are still heartily funny.

Pitching the performance within the guise of the amateur group’s production allows total freedom with the casting; knowing as we do that the cast are all long term statesmen of the Banbury Company we are no longer expecting John or Algernon to be the 30-something men about town, nor do we insist that Gwendoline and Cecily are innocent, fresh-faced young ladies (although I’m positive the beautiful Christine Kavanagh could easily pass for 18 any day of the week).  Through very clever scripting there is thus a subtext of additional humour derived from these clear diversions from the original character profiles which gives a delicious overlay of extra fun.

Of course, most people coming to see The Importance of Being Earnest are already knowing of its story - the light hearted shenanigans of two London based gents who enjoy living double lives, free to create alter-personas through which they can enact their fantasies safe in the knowledge that they can, at any time, 'kill off' their doppelgangers and revert back to their true characters.  With twists aplenty, coupled with the juxtaposition of both leads wanting to assume an 'Earnest' character to capture the affections of their betrothed but realising that neither is very ‘earnest’ at all, it is the quintessential piece of Wilde’s social commentary.

It is wonderful to see such stage & screen luminaries as Nigel Havers, Martin Jarvis, Rosalind Ayres, Nigel Anthony, Carmen Du Sautoy and the irrepressible Sian Phillips on stage at Darlington Civic; a collective worthy of gracing any theatre in the country and one which, simply to observe them at work is worth the ticket price alone.

South Pacific by Darlington Operatic Society @ Darlington Civic

The South Pacific - A vast expanse of emptiness dotted with little island gems

The world was a very different place when Rodgers and Hammerstein created South Pacific.  It was larger, less travelled and as such, more mysterious.  Peoples' opinions and beliefs were more rooted in the culture of their home towns and prejudice sat silently behind every decision.  On one hand, the story is a fun loving musical about an American base on the farthest reaches of Uncle Sam's West Coast frontier - on the other hand it is a veiled attempt at painting a twee fairy tale of good overcoming evil and love conquering even the staunchest of bigotries.

The set-up is typical R and H - introduce a strong, powerful, confident bachelor with a long established routine and an honourable, if somewhat distant, reputation.  Add to that a young woman, pretty, simple yet determined who creates a maelstrom that rips through his ordered life.  Slip into the background some lovable 'rouges' and a presumably innocent side story and, hey presto! you've got a musical.

Darlington Operatic Society again shows why it is the region's greatest amateur production company – the strength in depth that they have throughout their cast & crew must make many professional companies green with envy.  The sets make clever use of the depth of the stage without ever feeling that they are cluttered yet manage to give a great sense of both the expanse of the Pacific coupled with the claustrophobia of a tiny area far from the mainland.

For most who know this show, there are the key standout parts against which any performer will be judged – Nellie Forbush, Emile De Becque, Lt Cable, Liat, Bloody Mary and SeaBee Billis are arguably the main protagonists on whom the audience will be focussed.  Kat Flynn takes on Nellie with a brilliant mid-south accent and a delightful mix of girly charm and womanly knowhow.  Kat is a much accomplished dancer, actor and singer and this role gives her a wonderful canvass on which to display all her talents.  Even when faced with a tumbling coffee pot she never missed a beat and is able to sing beautifully in character with her American vowels ringing loud and true.  It is rare to find Nellie being played by such a genuinely lovely leading lady, often they have a great voice but struggle to portray the vulnerability of a home and love sick woman thousands of miles away from her comfort zone and for this I think that Kat is the best Nellie I have seen.

Playing opposite Kat is Julian Cound, now one of DOS’s elder statesmen (tho only in comparison to the majority of the cast) and, as they say, with age comes experience, wisdom and calm authority.  He glides through the role with complete assuredness and delivers the now much expected virtuoso solos in Some Enchanted Evening and This Nearly was Mine.  There is much made in the story of the age difference between Nellie and Emile so it was expert casting to ensure this element remained very believable in the two leads.

As mentioned earlier, when R & H wrote this tale the world was a different place where the act of racial stereotypes was not viewed with the same indignation as it is today.  The image of a domineering local woman who will do anything to please the temporary islanders whilst trying to make as much money as possible is not necessarily alien to the current world, but their characterisation of Bloody Mary leaves a less than pleasant taste in the mouth –she does, after all, try to sell/marry off her (very) young daughter and thinks nothing of allowing some ‘pre-marital relations’.  To make this role fit with the feeling of the time without becoming a parody of itself is not an easy task – Mary has to deliver both admiration and repulsion and as such Zoe Kent deserves great credit – we’ve seen from previous productions that Zoe can sing & dance with the best of them but it took only a few minutes on stage for the audience to be drawn towards this character like rubberneckers passing a motorway accident.  Mary is not a nice person, even her delivery of Happy Talk, for many an innocent song of childish rhymes, is laced with the undercurrent of ‘selling off’ her daughter and trying to persuade Lt Cable to agree to the marriage; Zoe brings out this dark side of Mary perfectly.

Michael Hirst, as Lt Joe Cable, is, once again, the chisel chinned hunk of the show, and, for this one, the ladies get to see a lot more of Michael than they have ever before – he keeps Joe distant and quite aloof throughout, never relaxed with either the Seabees or the Officers and always giving the impression that he’s lost without a real purpose until his final mission is approved.  Often, Lt Cable is played as an older guy but it works so much better having a young 20-something to give him the confused, frustrated edge borne from being plunged into the war at such a young and tender age.  Michael manages to maintain this reservedness even when playing directly opposite Zoe Birkbeck (as Liat, Mary’s daughter) – he resists the loutish, over-the-top behaviours the other Seabees display when the girls run by and seems almost embarrassed that Mary pushes them together.  I have to say that this is by far the best acting I’ve seen for years – how someone can feign indifference when being ‘offered’ the beautiful Zoe B must surely rival the acting greats.

The Seabees, led by antics if not by rank by Luther Billis, constantly provide the backdrop onto which the two love stories are projected.  Billis, played by Ben Connor, is the clown, the ring leader, the gang master and yet still has the sensibility to recognise when Nellie is obviously feeling fragile & vulnerable.  Ben has grown over the years from an accomplished singer & dancer to a genuinely funny guy with great comic timing, perfect delivery and an amazing style in bikini tops and grass skirts – it is a like a guarantee of laughs when you see his name on the cast list.  The rest of the Seabees is made from the DOS Boys who are becoming renowned as a comic group in their own right; their mix of characters, styles and vocal abilities (including the amazing bass tones of Ethan Hurworth) has given them a collective identity which could easily transfer into their own comedy sketch show.

Of course, the musical score for South Pacific is one of the best known of all of R & H’s and the sweeping orchestral overtures are expertly conducted and directed by Michael Trotter, for whom this is his final DOS production.  Michael has been instrumental (every pun intended) in bringing the successes that DOS have enjoyed over the past 19 years – it has been Michael’s passion and dedication that has enabled DOS to reach ever upwards, to stretch themselves and to dare to dream of putting on bigger and more ambitious shows, for without the music there can be no musical.  Not only has Michael been responsible for assembling and conducting the live orchestras, but he has also scored the vocal parts and taught complex harmonies for leads and choir alike.

It was very evident when looking around the theatre that a South Pacific audience has a clearly defined demographic – its story and setting doesn’t immediately appeal to the younger theatre goer brought up on Sister Act, Hairspray, Footloose or the Full Monty and yet, due in the main to the excellent DOS production, it is easily worth the ticket price regardless of your age.

South Pacific is on show at Darlington Civic Theatre until Saturday 31^st October.

Ghost Train @ Darlington Civic

Written in 1923 by Dad’s Army regular Arnold Ridley, this talking Scarlet production brings to the stage a wonderful glimpse into yesteryear which, through the clever setting and brilliant acting, never feels dated or twee – it is a perfect pastiche of 1920’s Britain with a cross section of society placed into a very natural situation with very supernatural undertones .  Over the years The Ghost Train has been billed as a horror, thriller, crime, tragi-comedy and even forerunner to the Scooby Doo style method of final twist, but I like to think of it as a perfectly timeless piece of storytelling – it would be equally at home being told round a camp fire as it is in a theatre (or even on film as the 1941 Arthur Askey version).

When a group of mismatched train passengers are stranded at a rural station overnight, they soon hear of a sinister local legend telling of a ghostly train that passes through the area, ever since a terrible accident 43 years ago. Anyone who happens to gaze upon the train will face death and disaster. When the station master is suddenly found murdered, and when a disturbed young girl arrives from the local mental hospital, the 6 passengers are thrown into further panic when they hear the roar of the approaching ghost train...

Talking Scarlet productions never fail to bring together brilliant casting which perfectly fit into the roles, enhancing the story with chemistry and believably and suspending the ‘where have I seen them before’.  Led by the irrepressible Jeffrey Holland as Saul, the station master, the strength on stage and the ease in which each actor immerses themselves into their role means there is little need to take the audience through character identification.   Instead we can get straight into the story. 

The ever-perfect Corrinne Wicks and Ben Roddy play Elsie and Richard Winthrop; a 2^nd time married couple who have hit a rough patch.  Elsie strives to convince everyone, but mostly herself, that she is still a strong and independent woman, despite Richard being a very dominant, yet caring, husband.  Corrine plays these parts with such integrity (she was previously at Darlington in The Holly & The Ivy in a similar role) and, despite her obvious successes in Emmerdale and Doctors, it is on the stage that you can truly appreciate her craft and skills (not to mention her beauty).

Newly wed young love birds Charles (Chris Sheridan) and Peggy (Sophie Powles) Murdock are desperately trying to get to Truro for their first night as a married couple so the inconvenience of this enforced stopover is much felt by both, though for slightly different reasons.  Always aware of his duty as new husband, Charles wants to lead, to challenge, to seek out the truth but still falls back to put a protective arm round the shoulders of his blushing bride.  For this, Sheridan is brilliant – torn between the machismo of youth and yet emulating Richard’s more mature approach to husbandry, he portrays the turmoil of now having another to protect perfectly.

Despite the aforementioned couples providing most of the action, it is Tom Butcher, as Teddie Deakin, who is the linchpin.  Previously seen here playing the twins in talking Scarlet’s Double Death (and giving the best performance of the year), Butcher gives another masterclass in character acting – this time as a foppish, hooray Henry who seemingly takes everything with a pinch of childish wonder and never appears to grasp the gravity of the situation.  He is very reminiscent of Michael Palin in some of his Monty Python roles, but even more so of Palins cameos in Terry Gilliam’s Time Bandits.  Of course, with every good thriller, things are never quite what they seem and Teddie proves that you should never judge a book by its cover.

As the story is set in the 1920’s there are some cultural references, and indeed the crux of the reveal, which are dated, though not out-dated.  You need to allow yourself to step back into this time to fully appreciate the writing but I believe that the best ghost and thriller stories are set in the early part of the 20^th century – the world was breaking free from a class driven society giving rise to both legit and somewhat dubious entrepreneurial endeavours.

Backed by great performances throughout, a large degree of humour (not comedy) and a claustrophobic set, the story rattles along like the titular mode of transport and yet time itself seems to pass immeasurably slow with the whole tale covering less than 2 hours – it is this cleverness in the writing that helps to build the tension towards the climax.  Sadly, if there was one disappointment for me then it was the final ‘reveal’ – more Scooby Doo than Edgar Allen Poe but maybe that’s just my macabre side crying out.

The Ghost Train is coming to the end of the current line after its stop in Darlington but there’s still time to grab a seat and be thoroughly entertained. Or if you can’t make this train, then why not get tickets for Darlington Civic’s next thriller – Sherlock Holmes and the Ripper Murders which starts on July 7^th.

Avenue Q @ Darlington Civic

“Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away” and so began an hour of puppet mayhem, learning and fun for millions of kids back in the 1980’s.  In fact, to many, Sesame Street was the natural progressor to The Muppet Show and brought with it an extra dimension of the titular make believe street, a mix of puppets and humans and plenty of surreptitious learning. Well, now the Sesame Street gang have all grown up, struck out on their own and taken up residence across town in Avenue Q, and they’re quite a naughty bunch!.

Avenue Q is a madcap mixture of song and dance and is so engrossing that people and puppet merge into one, regardless of size, shape or thread count.  Make no bones about it, this is not a Punch & Judy puppet show, nor is it a black screen with puppeteers hidden behind a curtain, this is a very talented cast who can all sing, dance, act and jest and do so whilst bringing to life their ‘alto ego’s’ .  This show gives the audience double bubble – the puppets are all characters in their own right but the humans add themselves into the show so much that you’re not sure who to watch most.  Add to that the freedom to explore (and exploit) more ‘grown up themes’ and you’ve got a show that takes aim at modern pop culture and hits it right between the eyes (though at times you don’t want to know what with).

The story centres around Princeton (controlled and voiced by Richard Lowe), a young graduate who moves to Avenue Q to start out on his own grown up adventure.  Looking for his purpose in life, Princeton is soon befriended by all the residents, especially Kate Monster (whose human is the totally delightful Sarah Harlington).  Kate, who is a Kindergarten TA, has her own dream of opening a school for monsters so that little ones don’t have to suffer the stares from ‘normal’ kids but is struggling to raise the funds to do so.   They are joined on the Avenue by the hilarious Etisyai Philip playing superintendent Gary Coleman (yes he from Different Strokes), Ariana II who is the Asian American ‘Christmas Eve’ and her chunky stand up wannabee boyfriend Brian (Richard Morse). 

The rest of the gang all have their own back stories which we explore in a series of hilarious song and dance routines taking great joy in breaking away from the child friendly offerings normally associated with puppetry, including unrequited love between Nicky and Rod, the onanistic bedroom antics of Trekkie Monster and the corrupting 2 Bad Idea Bears.  So that’s pretty much every possible group covered and non are sacred.

For many of us who grew up watching Sesame Street, we always believed there were hidden messages, sub-contexts and unsaid stories, (more often to do with sex, race, drugs, drink, prejudice and greed), that have fallen into popular urban legends – Avenue Q says to hell with sub context, let’s tell it as it is, loud, proud and right in your face.  We are treated to a rather steamy one night stand, the perils that drink can have on your work life, the dangers of suppressing feelings, the true use for the internet (!) and how love will win out in the end.

With this year’s GCSEs and A Levels almost done, Avenue Q would be a perfect way to celebrate and start the summer – hope to see you there but remember to bring your tissues. 

The Hollies @ Darlington Civic

Looking around Darlington Civic on Tuesday night, I reckon I was, for once, one of the youngest in the audience.  The show was "The Hollies, We Got The Tunes" and was the start of their latest, and amazingly 50th anniversary, tour.  What was very clear from the sell out gathering is that their popularity is as strong as ever with not a spare seat in the house.

For one who was (certainly) not around for The Hollies' first hits, I have only really known their works from 60's compilation albums and movie soundtracks but you don't manage to tour every year for 50 years non stop by just replaying a Rock 'n' Roll back catalogue.  Granted, the majority of the audience were there to hear "Bus Stop", "I'm Alive", "Carrie Anne", "Just One Look", and "Stop, Stop, Stop"  but to think of The Hollies as simply being a 60's pop band is to completely miss the essence of a group which has clearly influenced bands as diverse as Genesis and The Beautiful South.  I was enthralled by the folksy "On a Carousel", the bluesy "Gasoline Alley Bred" and the anthemic "The Air That I Breathe" and seeing them played live gave such an insight into the graft and craft that goes into creating a cultural soundtrack.

I don't think the Darlington stage has ever played host to as good a guitar and drum combo as Tony Hicks and Bobby Elliott (except for previous visits by the band); Hicks has such freedom and amazing dexterity and you can clearly see where guitar heroes of the modern age get their inspiration from - without his pioneering style of play people like Slash, The Edge, Mark Knopfler would never have had the belief that guitars could lead a band.  As for Mr Elliott, take a bow Britain's best ever drummer, such diversity of style and technical prowess is unparalleled.

Lead vocals for The Hollies have changed since Alan Clarke left in 1999 but since 2004 Peter Howarth has brought a vocal range and power which can cope with the huge variety of songs, together with a stage presence and obvious enjoyment of performing.  He takes centre stage for two stand out solo acoustic numbers, a beautiful rendition of Bruce Springsteen's "Sandy" and a unique take on the Hollies standard "Here, I Go Again"

This show was the first night of a national tour and one which will undoubtedly sell out very quickly - for traditional Hollies fans, go see your heroes again and enjoy reliving your youth; for those who enjoy great live music, phenomenal songs and a fab night out, go, and be amazed at how you haven't seen them sooner.

Tour dates and more information is available on their website www.hollies.co.uk

The Business of Murder @ Darlington Civic

You’re not trying to work out whodunit, more why’d he do it ?

Richard Harris, well known and much published writer, has penned a pseudo nostalgic look back at the 70’s whodunit in this tense and twisting 3 header threaded by a Dostoevsky theme and asking one of the most basic questions, what would you do for revenge?.

Set in a flat in London, the play is very much in 2 halves; 1^st part centres on Paul Opacic as Hallett, the sweeny-esque ‘sarf Londarn’ copper, a stereotypical Detective Sergeant portraying confidence bordering on the arrogance hewn from total belief that he is the law. Playing against him is Robert Gwilym as Stone, at first glance a bumbling, socially uncomfortable loner whose main intent seems to be the salvation of his ne’er seen wayward son, but who in reality could be just one wrong glance away from psychopathic fury.

Stone has contacted Hallett to help him in a bid to break his son away from the seedy side of life, yet, right from the start, there is a nagging doubt that things aren’t all that they seem.  Despite appearing slow and dodderish, Stone occasionally has moments of total lucidity, almost prophetic in clarity and dangerously accurate in predicting how Hallett will react and through it all there sits an undercurrent of dislike towards the policeman bordering on despisement.

The second act introduces Dee played by Joanna Higson; Dee is a now famous playwright but was once a young journalist who used her real life reporting experience to fashion the plot lines and characters for her plays. Initially drawn to the flat by Stone’s attempt to get her to review his wife’s manuscript, we are quickly left in no doubt that there is far more to Stone’s motives.

The tension mounts as past interactions are revealed; Hallett was a young and determined DC who made his own judgements and then manufactured investigations to support them, Dee was not above twisting the truth if it gave a more dramatic end to her plays.  The depth of Stone’s planning and manipulations then come to the fore and whilst for many the ending was as expected, there is no one who could honestly say the route taken to get there was signposted.

As a new play from the Middle Ground Theatre Company, this suffers from being over-wordy and would benefit from trimming; the pace fluctuates too much and there is a noticeable lull in the middle of both acts which tests the audience’s concentration.  It is the brilliant acting of Opacic, Higson and the dangerously good Gwilym that rescues the plot and keeps minds from wandering but with a few nips & tucks this could be a great ‘modern’ murder mystery in keeping with the greats of the genre.  Perhaps writer and director need to revisit the adage “less is more”.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong @ Darlington Civic

It's not quite Brigadoon

Many years ago, Les Dawson used to include in his act a piece of him playing the piano - well, I say playing it, but actually it was the worst piano playing you could ever hope not to hear; out of key, out of time and with more bum notes than Prime Minister's Question Time, but the genius of Les was that, despite the obvious disastrous keyboard playing, you could still make out what he was trying to play - how, because Mr Dawson was in fact a brilliant pianist and it was this skill that allowed him to make such a comical attempt sound both dreadful and wonderfully funny.  When I was learning to play I regularly held onto the belief that it takes more skill to play something badly on purpose than it does to just play it well and to that end, the people at Mischief Theatre are all geniuses of the highest order.

Coming hot on the heels of their last production "The Play That Goes Wrong", the brilliant, madcap and downright dangerous gang are back to retell the story of Peter Pan in the guise of Cornley Polytechnic's Christmas pantomime - sorry, Festive Vignette (backed by Max's Uncles money). Right from entering the auditorium you know that this is not going to be like any other play you've seen - the cast/backstage team/production crew are already busy trying to organise last minute preparations in readiness for first curtain leaving some bemused viewers wondering if they should have stayed in the bar for one last drink.  As the show starts and the Director and Co, sorry Assistant, Director introduce the nights performance there could be no one left in any doubt that all normal expectations of theatre should be put under their seats for the next few hours.

Producing a play within a play has been done many times before with notable exponents; Bill Shakespeare, Al Bennett and Tommy Stoppard to name but 2, but none have portrayed the angst, frustrations, annoyance and desperation of an amateur dramatics company attempting to put on an end of year play, complete with cast in-fighting, set and prop malfunctions, personal injury and verbal abuse of the audience.  Indeed, for this show the audience are invited to contribute to the mayhem, responding to the usual panto prompts but with additional scope for ad hoc heckling and hero worship in equal amounts.

I'm sure many can identify with the Director , Chris Bean (played by Laurence Pears) who casts himself in the roles he wanted, and his drive for excellence which, despite their best endeavours, wasn't really matched by the rest of the cast and leads to mounting frustrations.  Likewise, the leading lady (in her mind at least) playing Wendy Darling (played by Sandra Wilkinson who was actually played by the brilliant Leonie Hill - keep up) who takes every opportunity to demonstrate ALL her theatrical talents, regardless of what scene she is in, will have rang true with many frustrated swings and understudies.

Everyone deserves applause and credit but in particular Naomi Sheldon who plays Annie Twilloil who in turn plays Mary Darling, Lisa the housekeeper, Tinker Bell, Tiger Lilly and Cecco - just remembering who to enter stage as is tantamount to a Mensa entrance test, let alone the costume changes and accents - because of this Naomi is pretty central to much of the craziness (and probably in weeks of therapy afterwards).  Also a word for Rosie Abraham playing Lucy Grove who in turns becomes Tootles - Rosie seemed to spend most of the show being physically abused, dropped, smacked, crushed, rolled and tossed about, such a shame for a delightful and delicate deep sea diver.

An ingenious stage design gives 3 sets in one on a rotating turntable, perfect for quick scene changes but prone to mechanical malfunction which, by the end of the second act, makes for the funniest 15 minutes to be seen on stage.  Couple this with some spectacularly bad wire flying and a host of disastrous sound effects and the laughter just keeps coming and coming.  It is human nature to laugh at others' misfortune, especially when those falling have held themselves up for praise;  The Mischief Theatre co tap into that trait with such aplomb that you feel guilty, well, almost guilty at the stream of calamity.

As I said earlier, to take something and purposefully make it look so bad that it is funny is a real skill, without which the audience would be left wondering, was that meant to happen - fear not, for every joke, pratfall, 'accident' and mistake are expertly choreographed so as to ensure they eek out maximum hilarity.

From the first line to the last, this is non stop laughter at its best - a total riot of madcap mishap which at times defies belief and re-defines parody, pastiche and plain old silly fun.  Too often people are put off attending theatre for fear that it is still elitist, snobbish and aloof - well if there were more plays like this (and more experts like this cast & crew) then I am sure theatre audience numbers would rocket.  Oh, and be sure to get a programme, it is packed with more in jokes, back stories and mistakes.

Come to Darlington Civic, leave your inhibitions at the door, relax those chuckle muscles and be prepared to laugh so hard that a little bit of wee comes out - oops.

The Chuckes of Oz Panto @ Darlington Civic

The Chuckle Brothers have done it again - Oh yes they have !

To nick a phrase from the Fast Show, "Aren't pantos Brilliant ?!" - forget the usual etiquette of theatre going and just let loose, laugh, sing and leave feeling the world isn't too bad a place, the weather isn't that cold and windy and The Chuckle Brothers are rightfully hailed as the best madcap panto double act since Blair and Brown.

This years Civic panto is a retelling of the Wizard of Oz and what is immediately noticeable is that whilst the plot stays true to the original, we're certainly not in Kansas anymore.  The sets are amazing; bright, colourful, quirky and full of detail.  The costumes are fabulous.; Lion, Tin Man and Scarecrow all look larger than life, Dorothy and Glinda resplendent in their respective dresses and The Wicked Witch of the West menacingly.... well, green !  A special mention to the backing dancers who must go through many frantic costume changes to keep up with the pace of the scenes.

The cast, of course, is headlined by Barry & Paul.  The boys' brand of humour is instantly recognisable; on the surface they are zany, daft, silly but this belies expert comedic timing and hours of rehearsal.  Masters of their craft they most certainly are, but they still manage to have fun whilst doing it and this rubs off on the rest of the gang too.  Lauren Varnham is Dorothy and is as true to the Judy Garland incarnation as I've seen; wide eyed innocence, boundless energy and just a little bit of sass to keep the boys in check.  Phil Corbitt (Lion), Adam C Booth (Scarecrow) and Danny Potts (Tin Man) are a great trifecta of quest seeking heroes - again, they stay very true to the original movie and because of this there is an instant comfort in knowing what they are about.

The two witches, Beth Stobbart as Glinda the Good and Emma Francis as the Wicked one from the West, are perfectly cast - they offer a wonderful, poles apart, view.  Emma has all the menace and evil one would expect from a green faced, dog knapping, monkey leading, recently sibling bereft broom stick season ticket holder - she prowls the stage with purpose and gives you the shivers when she looks directly at you.  Beth, on the other hand, is purity and innocence personified; a beauty in both looks and voice (although I did detect a little twinkle of mischief in her eyes during the "If I were not in Panto" routine).  Should Wicked ever be released for local production I would be first in the queue to champion Emma & Beth as the leads.

A special mention must go to the orchestra - never has so much music been made by so few for so many, Joe Morley as MD, along with Dave Storer and Sophie Hastings defy physics to create a soundscape as big and rich as a 20 piece pit.

For many years, Panto struggled to compete with the other demands for out attention - video games, blockbuster movies, multi-channel tv.  The format was in danger of becoming tired, a pastiche of what it once was and only good to serve as a nostalgic look back - not any more - the special effects, including the best 3D experience outside of Disney, all make for a totally immersive evening which knocks spots off a trip to the multiplex.

I can't think of a better way to start the festive season - I took both my teenage daughters and I think they were quite shocked to see their dad gasping for breath from laughing so much.  (Plus, Jess seemed to have quite a shine for Barry, especially when he disrobed).  So, if you've not got your tickets yet, what are you waiting for - after a year of austerity, spending cuts and pay freezes go and fill your feel good bank balance - it'll last you right through till next year.

Blood Brothers @ Darlington Civic

Maureen Nolan gives a powerful and emotional performance at Darlington Civic

Everyone knows the story of the Johnston twins, as identical as two new pins, and as such, almost everyone who comes to see Willy Russell's Blood Brothers does so with a degree of expectation which rivals most other shows.  Little has changed in the 29 years since the show first hit the stage; the songs, the set and the mood all remain instantly recognisable, and yet the brilliance of the writing and the complexity of the characters provide each production with an opportunity to add their own special take.

Set in Liverpool over 25 years it plots the course of the lives of twins who, having been separated at birth, remain fatefully linked through common loves, shared struggles and ultimately both unknowing of their own secret. To many, the underlying story is one of nature versus nurture, but it's far more complex than that; no two humans are identical, despite them being twins and as such it is emotion that separates the two boys more than miles or money.

Maureen Nolan plays the boys' mother, Mrs Johnston, and is simply perfect.  She brings a worldly-wise element which deepens the belief that she has lived through all she sings of. She has a brilliant maternal embrace for the part, blending the love only a mother could have with the strength to defy the odds and fight against the cruel hand of fate.  Maureen starts the show light on her feet, twinkle in her eye and a cheeky smile, yet, by the time of the final scene we have watched her grow old before our eyes, lose the joys of life and finally witness the spectre of death that has haunted her throughout.     I defy there to have ever been as powerful and emotive lead seen at Darlington Civic and this was borne out by the sight at the very end of the sell out audience rising as one to give one of the most rapturous and intense ovations.

Of course, the story is not just Mrs Johnston, the rest of the cast are brilliant in their delivery too.  Kristopher Harding as the narrator is the ever present shadow of conscience, skulking in the dark, sliding through scenes as the fore-mentioned spectre and constantly reminding us that this story is destined to be an unhappy one.  Sean Jones (Micky) and Joel Benedict (Eddie) have great chemistry and play off each other like brothers always do.  In particular, Sean's portrayal of Micky as he descends into depression and pill dependency is a huge shift from the care free, rebel with a smile Micky he plays earlier and demonstrates a wonderfully deep appreciation of the role and human nature.  Danielle Corlass, as Linda, undergoes perhaps the biggest shift in character; starting as a 7 year old tom boy, she morphs into a giggling adolescent, then a lovestruck teenager before becoming a newly wed and ultimately a heartbroken widow.  For all that Maureen Nolan takes centre stage as the linchpin of the story, Danielle is the perfect foil to remind the audience that this is not a one dimensional story about the boys.

If there are any who have yet to see Blood Brothers, this will be the best and most memorable show you will see this year, for those who have seen previous productions you owe it to yourselves to go and see this one and marvel at the best Mrs Johnston - just remember a large supply of tissues.