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BLUE/ORANGE

★★★★★

OSO Arts Centre

BLUE/ORANGE

OSO Arts Centre

★★★★★

“Raw, tense and full of dark humour”

At one point in Joe Penhall’s scathing drama, “Blue/Orange”, junior psychiatrist Dr Flaherty asks her patient “Are you out of your mind?”. A little later, her senior consultant asks the very same question of her. This subtle yet significant repetition is typical of Penhall’s writing, in which every word of the script counts. Set entirely within the confines of a hospital meeting room, this sharp and gripping drama turns the tables with dizzying frequency. It is fitting that director Lydia Sax has staged it in the round, allowing the audience to view the dramatic perspectives from every angle. Her expert and concise staging brings each shifting viewpoint into sharp focus.

Written at the turn of the millennium, the narrative focuses on the power battles between the senior consultant Dr Smith (Ciaran Corsar) and the trainee doctor Flaherty (Muireann Gallen). Central to their conflict is the question of whether to release Christopher (Andre Bullock), a patient who believes he is the son of dictator Idi Amin. The script is a quarter of a century old now, but it is striking how much it feels as though it could have been written yesterday. Only small details – such as smoking indoors – remind us of the period setting. Its relevance today still rings loud and clear as it explores mental health, racism, and the power struggles within a crumbling NHS. And by switching the role of Dr Flaherty from the original male to a female character, Sax has added further dimensions that touch on sexism and chauvinism too.

The setting is as stark as the outlook. Just two chairs and a table, on which sits a bowl of oranges. The scenes are punctuated by Gabriel Burns’ punchy soundscape, while his lighting frames the action with a claustrophobic clinicalism. The oranges are bathed in a shaft of blue light. There is more than one reality going on here. Is Christopher’s subjective truth any less real than the medical consensus?

Christopher has been diagnosed with ‘borderline personality disorder’. The key is in the first word. In the play, many borderlines are crossed: professional, personal and political. And consequently, our sympathies are dragged, kicking and screaming, in many directions. It becomes possible to see the other sides clearly and agree with everything even while opposing them. Of course, this verbal chicanery relies on outstanding casting, and this is where this production certainly comes up trumps. Andre Bullock portrays Christopher with outstanding authenticity and attention to detail. Simple tics, restless leg jittering lend physicality to an emotional and mood-swinging excavation of his character that is frighteningly genuine. Dr Flaherty is initially sympathetic to him, despite being intent on upping his sectioning from level two to three in order to detain him further. Gallen’s initially bright-eyed portrayal captures the duplicity remarkably well, uncovering even darker sides as she falls deeper and deeper into the traps she, and others, have dug for her. Corsar, as the man in charge, more openly lays his motives on the table. Dr Smith wants Christopher out, mainly to free up a bed in the hospital. But that is just the tip of the iceberg. Corsar’s powerhouse performance waver’s wildly between haughty reasoning and undisguised manipulation.

Christopher is ultimately a victim, not so much of his condition as the failings of the system that is supposed to treat him. The more Flaherty and Smith circle each other, the more Christopher is caught in the web. It is a powerful indictment, representing the cycle of failure that still spins to this day. That Penhall offers no resolve, no way out, is integral to the story. What saves the play from doom and gloom is the inherent humour and satire, of which the cast have an expert grasp. It doesn’t soften the blows. In fact, it gives them a clearer hook. The racism is shocking, but more shocking is how the two professionals use it as weapons against each other. We are brought back to mind to the question “are you out of your mind?”. Ironically, the person that this is least relevant to is the patient.

“Blue/Orange” is utterly compelling. Raw, tense and full of dark humour, it remains topical for many reasons. You come away almost believing that oranges could be blue, such is the power and authority that this cast bring to the stage. Urgent and entertaining – administered in one potent prescription.



BLUE/ORANGE

OSO Arts Centre

Reviewed on 1st May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Kinga Dulka


 

 

 

 

BLUE/ORANGE

BLUE/ORANGE

BLUE/ORANGE

CHAT NOIR!

★★★★★

The Lost Estate

CHAT NOIR!

The Lost Estate

★★★★★

“spellbinding and unmissable, reckless and eccentric, dangerous and outrageous, beautiful and Bohemian”

Le Chat noir est un célèbre cabaret de Montmartre fondé en Novembre 1881 par Rodolphe Salis. It has long been credited as the birth of ‘Cabaret’. Originally a dingy tavern in the heart of Montmartre, the founder Salis invited artists to come and experiment as they wish (whatever that may have meant). Satire, song and sin combined to form the new art form. Four years later, its success far from sanitised it. Instead, it moved to new premises becoming more decadent, more dangerous, and a mecca for artists and rebels.

That much is fact. ‘The Lost Estate’, that brought Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” to vivid life last December, now turn their hand at recreating the Bohemian underworld of Paris in West London. The imagined scenario is that Rodolphe Salis is reopening the club after a temporary closure. He is facing bankruptcy, illness, the changing times, disaster. Possibly even death. With time running out the stakes are high. He has invited the press in. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing. And yet everything.

In fact, minutes into the evening we can positively ascertain that everything will go right. ‘The Lost Estate’ haven’t so much brought 1890s Paris into 2020s London but have transported us back to the Fin de Siècle. West Kensington lies outside, long forgotten now, and inside is Montmartre. We are the painters and the poets, the drinkers and the aristocrats; among the velvet drapes, the absinthiana and the candlelight. Although – as we are proudly informed – this new-fangled discovery called ‘electricity’ provides most of the lighting tonight. What’s more, we are French, the performers are French, and miraculously we understand everything. We think we are hearing and speaking English but that’s just the smoke and mirrors (you probably thought the opening line of this review was written in French but in fact it is the only English sentence).

Sounds nonsense? Yet it is indicative of how convincingly this company have recreated the world it depicts. And the audience are more than eager to comply, judging by the dress code. Theatricality is key. Most audience members look as though they are up for an Olivier for costume design. But that still doesn’t detract from the spectacle that awaits. Rodolphe Salis (Joe Morrow) appears like a genie to guide us through the night. The evening, he explains, is structured in three parts, according to his mantra: Art, Absinthe and Anarchy. There are intervals to allow for the food to be served and the cocktails (such as ‘The Poison Rose’) to be replenished.

So – let’s take each step at a time. We need to pace ourselves – it’s a long evening. But Morrow has the stamina and the charisma to keep it – and us – going strong. His team comprise the Muse, the Mime, the Dancer, the Illusionist and the Pianist. Of course, it is Eric Satie himself (Alex Ullman) at the piano, accompanied by an extremely accomplished house band: ‘Les Enfants Vagabondes’, a quartet of violin, cello, accordion and percussion. The musicians are centre stage, sometimes roaming the space, but always underpinning the performances with their mix of Romaticism, Impressionism, Exoticism, Burlesque, Belle Époque and virtuosity. The cabaret performers themselves, drifting in and out of solo and ensemble, spring from the same melting pot of influences while staying loyal to Rodolphe Salis’ vision. Alexander Luttley’s mime is extraordinary, telling us whole stories – both tragic and comic – with their supple movements. Issy Wroe Wright, the chanteuse, transcends operetta with a voice and sassiness that soars in time to dancer Coco Belle’s high kicks. All the while, magician Neil Kelso weaves his magic in between the acts and the audience.

After the main course, they all come together as the atmosphere shifts. We are in the ‘absinthe-dream’ – a gorgeous interlude. Fluid, and interpretive with the movement and music married in perfect harmony. Claude Debussy’s ‘Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun’ is rearranged for the night-club troubadours; Wright’s soprano replacing the flutes, and each bar breathing its way into an almost hallucinogenic dream. It is an unexpected moment, but a highlight. We don’t notice them arriving, but absinthe fountains have miraculously appeared at our tables.

It isn’t long before the evening veers towards anarchy. Allegedly, the closing segment is unrehearsed and improvised. Of course, we know better, yet the misrule is convincing. Bizet’s ‘Carmen’ is given the ‘Reduced’ treatment, coupled with a ‘play-that-goes-wrong’ sensibility, before a finale that assures us that Salis is going to be okay – his future looks bright (despite a wonderful satiric episode mid show, depicting theatre critics as the devil incarnate). Joe Morrow, in one of his most exuberant moments as Rodolphe Salis, proclaims grandly that he ‘doesn’t care’ what the reviews say. In the narrative of the drama, the characters are fighting for their lives to save the club. In reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Instead, these performers are having the time of their life. And so are we. “Le Chat Noir” is an unparalleled evening of cabaret. A touch on the expensive side, maybe, unless you happen to be lucky enough to be one of Salis’ guests. But the show is spellbinding and unmissable, reckless and eccentric, dangerous and outrageous, beautiful and Bohemian. It may feel like I have overextended my word count here, but I have been holding back as much as I can. There is so much more. I would urge you to take the trip back in time to Montmartre as soon as you can. Before it is too late and this show has sold out. A joyous night of escapism.

 



CHAT NOIR!

The Lost Estate

Reviewed on 28th April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Nick Ray


 

 

 

 

CHAT NOIR!

CHAT NOIR!

CHAT NOIR!