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SUPERSONIC MAN

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

SUPERSONIC MAN

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“entertains with a heartwarming tale of courage in the face of adversity”

Just to get a couple of things out of the way to begin with. The title of Chris Burgess’ new musical, “Supersonic Man”, is misleading. So is the Marvel comic styled publicity artwork. Oh, and also the backdrop of David Shields’ set that depicts an over-sized ‘Greetings from Brighton’ postcard. None of this does remotely does what it says on the tin. Whether intentional or not, that is in fact a blessing. If you ignore the packaging and leave behind any preconceptions you might have, you are in for a real treat.

The ‘supersonic man’ in question is a young chap called Adam (Dylan Aiello), living a charmed life with his partner Darryl (Dominic Sullivan) in Brighton, surrounded by good chums Shaz (Mali Wen Davies), Ruth (Jude St. James) and Ben (James Lowrie). It has a feel of the ‘Friends’ sitcom about it, but this dissipates as it morphs through other genres and influences. This chameleon quality is a reflection of the writing. We think it is going to be a biographical account of the real-life character, Peter Scott-Morgan, whose battle with motor neurone disease was famously chronicled in the TV documentary ‘Peter: The Human Cyborg’. But, as Burgess has said, his musical is ‘loosely inspired by’, rather than ‘based on’, Scott-Morgan’s story and consequently reveals more about the human spirit in general.

And spirit is something this musical has in spades. Burgess isn’t afraid to give the serious subject matter a camp, glossy and comedic veneer. One that makes us laugh and tap our feet along to the catchy numbers, but one that doesn’t conceal the message either. Adam and Darryl’s life together is shattered when Adam is diagnosed with the disease. The short and long-term reactions are portrayed with integrity and without sentimentality. Aiello manages to mix the strength of Adam’s resolve to fight with a confused and lost anger that just wants to lash out. Sullivan’s Darryl is the force that keeps him going, along with Davies’ brilliant, no-nonsense Shaz, St. James’ solidly empowering Ruth and Lowrie’s cheerfully mocking yet motivating Ben. Yes, the focus is on Adam, but this is a close-knit ensemble. With a fair bit of multi-rolling thrown in.

The share of the songs is equally democratic, although Sullivan does seem to have been dealt the best hand here. His number, ‘The Life We Live’, is a keenly observed and moving ballad, with a touch of Barry Manilow’s ‘Could it be Magic’. That could well sound like an insult, but in context it is actually a huge compliment. (Oh – a quick note: in the absence of a song list, I’m giving the numbers my own titles… apologies to Burgess in advance if they are misnamed). Later, ‘Give Me A Voice’ is a gem steeped in metaphor and double meaning. The cast may not have the strongest voices, but they do capture the energy and character of Burgess’ lyrics.

Already a successful author and expert in robotics, Peter Scott-Morgan embraced every technology going in order to fight the progression of his disease, using himself as a test subject to help the cause of others with extreme disability. The Channel 4 documentary celebrated the story. Burgess, however, uses the parallel to expose the media’s cynicism. A domestic argument caught on camera is described as ‘TV gold’. One-liners pepper the text that on the surface are throwaways but, on closer inspection, shield a wealth of meaning. ‘I am in denial of being in denial’ quips Adam. ‘Jesus loves you’ he is told, to which he wryly replies, ‘tell him he’s not my type’. As the show progresses, the comedy gives way to poignancy. ‘I want you to be my lover, not my carer’. The show also drifts away from reality into dreamscape, reminiscent of the Bob Fosse ‘All That Jazz’ biopic. While Adam lies on the operating table, we witness his thoughts and dreams during a surreal, out of body sequence.

Richard Lambert’s atmospheric lighting constantly adapts to the varying sequences of the show, while musical director Aaron Clingham’s arrangements suit the mood of each number. Some of the musical staging is a bit repetitive and overall, the show does have rough edges. An epilogue feels like an afterthought, but it is still deeply moving, and the show is truly celebratory. We have spent the best part of two hours laughing (sometimes guiltily) and enjoying some catchy tunes. We have also been surreptitiously given a lesson. Sly, eh? Still, they say the best way to get people to listen is to entertain them. “Supersonic Man” definitely entertains with a heartwarming tale of courage in the face of adversity, with a powerfully honest love story running through it.



SUPERSONIC MAN

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 11th April 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Louis Burgess

 

 


 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

WILKO | ★★★ | March 2025
SON OF A BITCH | ★★★★ | February 2025
SCISSORHANDZ | ★★★ | January 2025
CANNED GOODS | ★★★ | January 2025
THE MASSIVE TRAGEDY OF MADAME BOVARY | ★★★ | December 2024
THE HAPPIEST MAN ON EARTH | ★★★★★ | November 2024
[TITLE OF SHOW] | ★★★ | November 2024
THE UNGODLY | ★★★ | October 2024
FOREVERLAND | ★★★★ | October 2024
JULIUS CAESAR | ★★★ | September 2024

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SKATEPARK

★★★★

SADLER’S WELLS EAST

SKATEPARK

SADLER’S WELLS EAST

★★★★

“a dizzying meld of music and movement”

The spacious new Sadler’s Wells theatre in Stratford’s Olympic Park was established in part to capture the raw urban energy of East London, a bottom-up approach to curation giving platforms to non-traditional and ethnic performers.

In the foyer, free dance classes, with participants looking out on the Aquatic Centre and London Stadium. Elsewhere, break dancing, hip hop, kathak and waacking, reflecting the diversity and curated sub-cultures of those who live nearby.

Skatepark, from Danish dancer and choreographer Mette Ingvartsen is a case in point. Straight from the half-pipes of some grimy streetscape to the gilded stage of Sadler’s Wells.

To underscore those credentials, Ingvartsen gives over the vast stage – ramps, grind rails, ledges – to local skate groups for a pre-performance, with some of the riders having been hand-picked from earlier workshops to join the core company.

The whole thing is raw energy, with a rap battle vibe, tinged with noir and playing to a younger-skewing audience. If the event had nothing else to evidence its visit than community impact it would have done its job.

Fortunately, there is plenty here. Twelve performers as a hypnotic, throbbing whirligig.

At first the free-form chaos of the pre-performance spills into the production proper and there’s an anarchy of skaters playing, showing off, riding their luck.

But, gradually, something more organised takes shape, the individuals coalesce, and patterns emerge.

Human nature insists we impose a story. Perhaps the skatepark is a Petri dish, an evolution of sorts, with individuals merging, co-operating, learning how to communicate and ultimately forming a cohesive hive mind. Something out of nothing.

The look and feel are essential. There are the typical hard-edged urban trappings – steel barriers, neon graffiti, a sense of outsiders playing their thrashing sounds too loud. The cast comes out of Snow Crash or Mad Max, some punk dystopia. They occasionally wear disturbing masks or lose themselves in voluminous hoodies.

Not just skateboards either, but roller skates, and Parkour, human agency matching wheeled efficiency. There’s an electric guitar and urgent street timpani. Most effectively, the skaters can become singers and dancers too, throwing shapes or exhibiting the fever and madness of the mosh pit.

And forever there is a heartbeat bass pumping, like life itself, sometimes with Eurotrash vocals shouted in our faces, other times – hauntingly – delivered as monk-like chants accompanied by sweeping, balletic movement in the semi-dark.

This all builds, slowly, organically, with imperfections and tumbles and missteps. The subtle progression suggests an inevitable self-organising drive, like an ant march on wheels.

This leads to a truly rousing climax, a dizzying meld of music and movement. The audience is swelling too, co-opted into this ragged community of souls.

Something weirdly beautiful is happening, primal yet fiercely intelligent.

Remarkable really.



SKATEPARK

SADLER’S WELLS EAST

Reviewed on 10th April 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Pierre Gondard

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at Sadler’s Wells venues:

MIDNIGHT DANCER | ★★★★ | March 2025
THE DREAM | ★★★★★ | March 2025
DEEPSTARIA | ★★★★ | February 2025
VOLLMOND | ★★★★★ | February 2025
DIMANCHE | ★★★★ | January 2025
SONGS OF THE WAYFARER | ★★★★ | December 2024
NOBODADDY (TRÍD AN BPOLL GAN BUN) | ★★★★ | November 2024
THE SNOWMAN | ★★★★ | November 2024
EXIT ABOVE | ★★★★ | November 2024
ΑΓΡΙΜΙ (FAUVE) | ★★★ | October 2024

 

 

Skatepark

Skatepark

Skatepark