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FLUSH

★★★★

Arcola Theatre

FLUSH

Arcola Theatre

★★★★

“Entertaining, funny, surprising and moving”

There is no shortage of information out there on the internet that helps answer the question of ‘why women always go to the bathroom together’ (I discovered this through transient research rather than any questionable curiosity). Top of the list is company and gossip, swiftly followed by checking appearance and helping each other with hair, make up or wardrobe malfunctions. It also acts as a confessional box. At other times it is the fear of missing out; and then the opposite – to break away from the crowd. A shelter. Occasionally it is a great way to get to know somebody better. Perhaps even intimately. But an often-overlooked reason is safety in numbers. Protection – for each other and themselves.

All of these, and more, are explored in April Hope Miller’s fast-moving and wonderfully constructed one-act play “Flush”. Set entirely within the bathroom of an East London nightclub, we get a thorough and breathtaking glimpse of lives falling apart, rebuilding, or both. Every pertinent issue today is touched upon including same-sex attraction, social media, drug addiction, eating disorders, anxiety, depression, cosmetic surgery, peer pressure, body shaming, underage drinking, motherhood, fidelity, misogyny, mental health, isolation, gender-based violence, abuse, verbal and physical assault… the list goes on. It all sounds too much – yet after a rapid-fire seventy-five minutes we are still left wanting more. It isn’t a feminist play by any means – the writing is too refined and mature for that. It is an often witty and sharp observation of ‘sisterhood’ in all its glory (and disgrace… in the best way possible); hilarious, shocking but also moving and tender.

Perhaps there are too many characters for us to keep up with. A cast of five are given the unenviable task of wrapping their hearts, minds and bodies around sixteen diverse women. Despite impossibly rapid costume changes it is initially difficult to tell some of them apart. But like a stranger in a strange place, we eventually start putting names to faces, and we develop sympathies and antipathies in equal number. Billie (Jazz Jenkins) is our ally. She is the outsider, trying to fit in, trying not to fall apart. Trying to understand what is happening to her and to those around her. Jenkins (the only cast member to portray just one individual character) gives a first-class performance, hovering between diffidence and daring, shock and disbelief, witnessing everything from behind a mask that is slipping rapidly. We wonder what is going on with Billie. Revelations, when they come, are delivered by Jenkins with heartrending honesty and natural, genuine emotion.

Meanwhile, all facets of femininity crash in and out of the cubicles with whirlwind frequency. Performed with an almost unfailing credibility, April Hope Miller, Ayesha Griffiths, Miya Ocego and Joanna Strafford cover a cross section of humanity: two decades of burgeoning hormones from teens to thirty-somethings; office parties, hen parties, first dates, last dates, reunions, coincidences, alliances and discords. They capture each character with emotional and practical realism. Ocego convinces as a sixteen-year-old before becoming a slightly jaded office worker in fancy dress as an angel for her insufferable colleagues. Strafford switches from the anxious and nervous anorexic to the closet lesbian (Hope Miller avoids the often dismissive ‘bi-curious’ label) with ease; while Griffiths takes authenticity to new heights with her stage presence. A natural performer, she is equally persuasive as a cocaine-addict or a mother, aunt or devil-horned temptress. Writer Hope Miller is a wonderful channel for her own humour. Caustic and funny throughout, her stand-out portrayal as the hen party’s maid of honour finds rich sensitive ground. The final scenes between her and Jenkins’ broken Bille have a fragility that belies the strength of the writing.

There are many more personalities that frequent this bathroom. Too many to mention. But amid the excellent performances, the writing itself takes centre stage. There are neat cross references to events, dialogue and characters off stage. Merle Wheldon directs with an intrinsic grasp of the text, ensuring the easy flow of the overlapping, yet clearcut, dialogue. Ellie Wintour’s set provides a realistic context – all porcelain and Perspex and neon lit graffiti – complemented by Yanni Ng’s sound, Aaron Miller’s and Rob Wheatley’s (Jacana People) music and Jack Hathaway’s lighting, that all slip into moments of surrealism, particularly when we start to get under Billie’s skin to see the truth.

“Flush” is a quite vital play. Entertaining, funny, surprising and moving. Hope Miller recognises the importance of laughter without diminishing the importance of what we are laughing about.



FLUSH

Arcola Theatre

Reviewed on 8th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Alex Brenner


 

 

 

 

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HMS PINAFORE

★★★★★

Theatre at the Tabard

HMS PINAFORE

Theatre at the Tabard

★★★★★

“small-scale theatre at its very best: warm, witty, and quietly extraordinary”

The Tabard’s H.M.S. Pinafore, a follow-up from the same creative team behind last season’s much-loved Mikado, is the rarest of theatrical conjuring tricks: a production so thoroughly delightful you forget it has no orchestra, no ensemble of dozens, and a notable absence of rigging, given its setting on a Royal Navy warship. For all its ultra-low budget limitations, this production is not merely charming. It is enchanting.

Director Keith Strachan corrals Gilbert and Sullivan’s 1878 satire on class, love and social hierarchy into an intimate ninety-six-seat space with a confidence that borders on cheek. Captain Corcoran’s daughter Josephine (played by Stevie Jennings-Adams) is in love with the humble sailor Ralph Rackstraw (Finan McKinney). Her father (Leopold Benedict) has grander designs, in the form of Sir Joseph Porter, First Lord of the Admiralty (John Griffiths). A harbour trader with her secret of mistaken identities does the rest.

The standout is Gloria Acquaah-Harrison’s Little Buttercup. Warm and mischievous, she gives the dockside vendor a rich emotional centre that anchors every scene she touches. With the plot hinging on her secret, Acquaah-Harrison provides both glint and genuine feeling.

Equally remarkable is Marissa Landy as Cousin Hebe. When she is not delivering tart comic timing in the chorus, she picks up a flute to provide half the score, and at one point breaks into a tap routine with such joy that the audience cheered. To sing, dance and play in one performance is graft elevated to high art. Kieran Wynn’s Bosun and Ryan Erikson Downey as Dick Deadeye round out the company with cheerful aplomb.

The sublime score is carried by Landy’s flute and Musical Director Annemarie Lewis Thomas at the piano. Sullivan’s tunes emerge as bright and shapely as ever.

Gilbert and Sullivan was always meant for rooms like this. In Victorian times the score travelled the Empire in sheet music, sung by families round the parlour piano and in British clubs from Calcutta to Cape Town. This production sits squarely in that tradition. It is conventional, too, to tweak the lyrics to the moment; here the music itself has been gently rearranged for the company’s gifts, with doo-wop renderings of old favourites. The entire evening was a delight.

What the production lacks in budget it more than answers in invention. There is a particularly clever moment during “He Is an Englishman” when the audience waves Union Jacks, while the cast brandish flags reflecting their own heritage, for example a Scot raises the Saltire. Watching it, I understood for the first time the irony of how the high-Victorian expressions of patriotism that Gilbert lampooned in 1878 inspired the nationalisms that undid the empire. From the first rumblings of Irish Home Rule in the 1880s to the long road that led, eventually, to Sir Muhammad Iqbal and the idea of a separate state for India’s Muslims, it was the British who showed them how to do it. Patriotism, it turns out, is contagious.

This is small-scale theatre at its very best: warm, witty, and quietly extraordinary.



HMS PINAFORE

Theatre at the Tabard

Reviewed on 7th May 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Matt Hunter


 

 

 

 

HMS PINAFORE

HMS PINAFORE

HMS PINAFORE