Showing posts with label Charing Cross Theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charing Cross Theatre. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 February 2019

'Violet' at Charing Cross Theatre

It's been a good year for Jeanine Tesori who wrote 'Violet' which is on at Charing Cross Theatre while another of her shows, 'Caroline, or Change' is playing down the road at the Playhouse and just six months after another of her shows, 'Fun Home' was on at the Young Vic. It's clearly her time in London.

'Violet' is based on 'The Ugliest Pilgrim' by Doris Betts, a short story telling the tale of a young woman who travels by bus across America to get a prominent scar on her face magically repaired by a charismatic preacher. It's set in 1964 with the racism of the time and on her bus journey we meet several of her fellow passengers including two soldiers, on black and one white, who she develops relationships with. There are flashbacks to her as a young girl with her father and we find out that he gave her the scar in an accident with his axe. We follow Violet's adventures as she travels across country until she reaches the preacher but can he heal her? And what actually needs to be healed?



I quite liked the structure of the work, a bit picaresque moving from one set scene to another courtesy of the motif of the bus and the journey. What didn't work terribly well was the character of Violet, the heroine who should be sympathetic but I found her a bit too militant, too sure of what was she was doing and what the outcome would be - a bit of self-doubt would have helped a lot, I think.

Kaisa Hammarlund was good, if a little bit turbo-charged, as Violet, with an excellent voice and she delivered the songs really well, especially her quiet song to her soldier lover as he falls asleep after their first night together. I also liked Jay Marsh as the soldier who falls in love with Violet but, sadly, isn't the soldier she sleeps with.

I think my main problem with the show is that I couldn't remember any of the songs, even while walking to the tube station. They sort of oddly work while watching the show but aren't sufficiently memorable. A musical ought to have a few songs you go home humming. I wasn't humming anything.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

'Death Takes A Holiday' at Charing Cross Theatre

Charing Cross Theatre is getting a good reputation for putting on rarely produced musicals such as the excellent 'Titanic' and 'Ragtime' last year. It opens the New Year with the European premier of 'Death Takes a Holiday' by Maury Yeston who also wrote 'Titanic' and co-wrote the marvellous 'Grand Hotel'. I've never heard of 'Death Takes a Holiday' but it's previously been a film and a play and who knows what else because of it's intriguing premise.

The core of the story is a figurative Death who takes a weekend off so no-one in the world dies. He's weary after collecting so many souls during the First World War. Simple, isn't it? Or is it? What happens when Death becomes human to experience emotions for the first time, maybe to even fall in love, to feel passion and power? Who knows what might happen.

The play opens with the Duke's family and houseguests driving home from an evening in Venice to celebrate his daughter's engagement to her long-time fiancee who is driving. He crashes and she is thrown from the car, surely to be killed, but we find her in Death's arms in the mist and he chooses not to take her. He decides to take human form and visits her father, the Duke, to say he'll be turning up as a guest for the weekend and, if he says anything to the other guests, there'll be repercussions. Death then vanishes to change out of his black suit and short to appear again in a black suit and white shirt (a potential major transformation scene missed) with a suitcase to denote his 'guest' status.

I think it's these introductory scenes that helped to fix my view of this production and, in my view, what it lacks. Zoe Doano played Grazia, the Duke's daughter, and she was nice enough but her voice wasn't powerful enough and at times I couldn't hear her over the music - is that a sound problem or is she simply not projecting? Chris Peluso played Death in a really strange, muted way, quite wooden as a central character. I know he can do better since I saw him in 'Showboat' last year but he seems to have forgotten how to act and, in particular, what to do with his arms that hung like useless pieces of wood for a lot of the show, including the bows at the end.

I hate to be critical like this since everyone has obviously put a lot of work into the show - and this might've just been an off-night - but if the central characters don't engage you then the show's lost. It also felt like a few of the songs needed a bit more oomph, whether that's an edit of the songs or in how they were delivered I'm not sure. I can't actually remember any of them as I type this. I suspect the show needs a bit of judicious editing before it's put on again.

I love the premise behind this show and it's a great subject for a musical. I'm also very pleased that Charing Cross Theatre has put it on - shows need an audience - but not all shows are going to excel. 'Titanic' and 'Ragtime' were excellent but this falls below their standard. Sorry people, but, although I'm pleased I saw it, this production didn't work for me.

Saturday, 22 October 2016

'Ragtime' at Charing Cross Theatre

Last week we went to see the new production of 'Ragtime' at Charing Cross Theatre. I saw a production of 'Ragtime' at the rather larger Piccadilly Theatre back in 2003, it's premier in the UK. It's based on a book about turn of the century America, the early 1900s and follows the tale of three groups of people that represent the America of the time in different ways.

We have the affluent upper middle-class of Mother, Father and Younger Brother who live outside New York in a nice house and have a nice life. Father can indulge in going away for months on end as an amateur explorer and Younger Brother is still trying to find himself and escape his pointless life. Mother is, of course, Mother, keeping the household together.

We have Coalhouse Walker a ragtime piano player and writer in Harlem who falls for Sarah and, when he's away on tour, she finds she's pregnant so runs away to have the baby in secret. The third group are immigrants from eastern Europe represented by Tateh, an artist fleeing Jewish persecution with his daughter who comes to America to start a new life. These three groups all interact in different ways against a backdrop of unthinking racism, political movements, early moves for civil rights and a young America finding it's way. We also see historic figures popping up as the story progresses with Harry Houdini, JP Morgan and Henry Ford, Emma Goldman and Booker T Washington.

The story really begins when Mother finds Sarah's baby in her garden - hidden to die or hidden to be found and looked after is never explained. Mother takes in both Sarah and baby and Coalhouse turns up to win Sarah back and start a family with her and his son. Week after week he appears until Sarah gives in and agrees to see him and they fall in love again and start to think about the future.

Meanwhile, Tateh is having a hard adjusting to his new life and cuts out paper silhouettes on the street to earn a crust. His life is no better and maybe worse than if he's stayed at home so he moves from job to job with his daughter, trying to find the America of his dreams. Everything remains happy and contented in Mother's house except for the frustrations of Younger Brother who can't get the girl he loves and keeps on working at the family fireworks factory.


But then it starts to go wrong and as happy Coalhouse and Sarah get into his car to drive back to Harlem with their baby when the local racists stop the car and demand a toll and while Coalhouse calmly leaves to seek the police they destroy his care. He refuses to be quiet about it because he has rights and Sarah is mistakenly shot when she seeks help. That sets Coalhouse off on a spiral of rage and revenge, eventually become an infamous 'most wanted' criminal. Younger Brother wants to try to help and searches for Coalhouse in Harlem. When they meet and Coalhouse asks what he wants he can only blurt out 'I know how to blow up things!' and a sad partnership is formed that can only end in disaster.

Tateh finally makes a break-through and discovers the money-making potential of moving, flicking books and that leads him to moving pictures and he re-invents himself as a a movie producer and becomes wealthy. He's found his place and, after Father dies, marries Mother who he wants to put in a movie when they meet on the beach at Atlantic City.

It's a very touching story and is very timely with the current state of American politics with the Presidential election, Trump and Black Lives Matter. It's very much an ensemble piece and there isn't really a 'lead' story or character - it's about all of them. I particularly liked Anita Louise Combe who played a calm and powerful Mother, Gary Tushaw as a very emotional Tateh, Valerie Cutko as the enigmatic Emma Goldman and Jonathan Stewart as Younger Brother (whose parting lines were that he was heading to Mexico to support the revolutionary Zapata in his struggles against the government - he's found his role in life!). I'd also single out Seyi Omooba  who played Sarah's friend and has an amazing voice, confidently and powerfully singing the final song of the first half - particularly impressive since this is her first professional role. Well done, and someone to watch.


The actors played the instruments and moved the set around for different scenes and it actually worked in this and felt natural. It seems to be a theme in the last year or so for moveable sets and, like 'The Threepenny Opera', this was very effective. The stage occasionally looked a bit too full with so many characters zipping on and off but I'm pleased it's in the smallish Charing Cross Theatre rather than somewhere much bigger since it creates an intimacy and involvement with the show. The final bows were greeted with a standing ovation and, looking back, I think I should've joined in!

Go and see this show - it's excellent!

Saturday, 3 September 2016

Let's Face It, I'm Not Going To ...

I'm not sure what's happened - maybe it's the sunshine over the summer - but it doesn't look like I'm going to blog about seeing 'Richard III' at the Almeida...


... or 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at The Globe ...


... or 'Sweeney Todd' at the Theatre Royal Stratford East...


... or 'Titanic' at Charing Cross Theatre...


... or 'The Seagull' at the National Theatre...


... or 'Macbeth' at The Globe...


... or 'Allegro' at Southwark Playhouse


... or 'Ivanov' at the National Theatre


... or 'The Plough and The Stars' at the National Theatre...


... or maybe I will when inspiration strikes. They were all good and well worth seeing.