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THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

★★★★★

The Lost Estate

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

The Lost Estate

★★★★★

“This sumptuous fusion of storytelling, theatre, music and feasting is second to none”

Charles Dickens was thirty-one when he sat down to write, in haste, the novella that would change, not just Christmas, but the whole world forever. “My purpose” he cited “is, in my small way, to awaken some loving and forbearing spirit in the world”. On a more practical level, it was a bid to stave off poverty and the threat of debtor’s prison. Dickens and his family were on the edge of financial ruin. Not wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps, he sunk everything he had left into “A Christmas Carol”. This, and other accounts of Dickens’ restless and itinerant upbringing, are exhibited in the corridors as we enter the immersive, festive extravaganza that is “The Great Christmas Feast”.

It might be an oversimplified and melodramatic view of the historical fact, and indeed, The Lost Estate’s presentation adds a misty-eyed opulence and luxuriance that contradicts it. But, imagine that it is Christmas Eve, 1843, and you are an honoured guest in Charles Dickens’ parlour. You have been invited to hear him share his brand new ghostly festive story. Well, you don’t need to imagine. This world has been conjured up with enthralling, magical and thrilling theatrical effect behind an inconspicuous doorway in West Kensington. It might look like a doorway – but it is more like a portal. And the writer’s parlour is more like a Victorian Speakeasy before Speakeasies were even invented. Amid the decks of holly, the lanterns, the draped velvet and beautifully laid tables, we can also wander around and take in the more ramshackle settings of Dickens’ study, bedroom and drawing rooms before being shown our seats in the dining room. Surrounded by piles of books, oil lamps and decorations the feast begins – a sumptuous three-course Victorian Christmas menu, accompanied by an unstoppable flow of cocktails.

Unstoppable maybe, but not uninterrupted. Our host emerges onto the scene. David Alwyn is an enthralling Charles Dickens. Or rather Charlie, he implores. Alwyn also plays (except for a couple of cameos pulled from the audience) every character from the story. As he recites the fresh-off-the-press novel, he enters it, shifting between the parts with lightning speed and skill in a tour-de-force performance that soon makes us forget that this is a one man show. He is endearingly affable but teasingly risqué and irreverent as Dickens, before twisting himself into a crooked Scrooge. Defiantly jovial as Fred or Bob Cratchit one minute, he is then chillingly haunting as the spirits. And completely believable as everybody else. Already a master storyteller, Alwyn’s performance is held aloft by the setting and lighting and design. ‘Darling & Edge’ (of Gingerline and Secret Cinema fame) are responsible for creating the meticulously designed world with staggering attention to detail. Under Simon Pittman’s outstandingly slick direction, Alwyn interacts with the diners, flitting around the space, filling every inch with his charisma. Written and adapted by Adam Clifford, the narrative mixes plenty of modernisms into the text – which blend in just as deliciously as the ingredients of chef Ashley Clarke’s seasonal dishes.

But let’s not forget the live music accompaniment. Steffan Rees’ sublime score binds everything together, performed by Guy Button on violin, Beth Higham-Edwards on percussion and Charlotte Kaslin on cello. The music is the heartbeat that both drives the show and is led by it. Creating and reflecting the emotions and the themes, the words and music are a delicate duet, rising and falling in their interlocked crescendos and diminuendos.

Everything about this production is atmospheric. It is meticulous and mystical. Soul-stirring one minute and funny the next. It may be a rather long evening for some, but that’s what it’s all about. You get a three-course feast, and a show divided up between the courses, in a venue that would make many of London’s so-called exclusive eateries feel shoddy. From the outset, David Alwyn’s Dickens appears absolutely and ridiculously pleased to see us. From then on, we are as equally pleased to be there. This sumptuous fusion of storytelling, theatre, music and feasting is second to none. “The Great Christmas Feast” is the place to go to find the spirit of Christmas. It has been in the past, it is in the present and I’m sure it will be for many, many Christmases yet to come.



THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

The Lost Estate

Reviewed on 2nd December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Hanson Leatherby


 

 

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

The Tragedy of Macbeth

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse

THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH at Southwark Playhouse

★★★★

The Tragedy of Macbeth

“It is a whirlwind, whirligig production.”

 

You wander into the space at Southwark Playhouse at your peril, like an outsider may unwittingly stray through the gates of Bedlam. Flabbergast Theatre’s take on ‘The Scottish Play’ eschews Jacobean pomp, placing us somewhere in an uncertain dusty battlefield. A prolonged pre-show has the company writhing demonically, not yet fully formed. Caked in clay they are yet to be moulded into their characters. It is bestial and raw. With fractured moans and tics, elastic limbs and fits they writhe insect-like. Repetitive. Like nomadic animals in captivity – indicative of the madness into which we are soon to be plunged. “’Tis time, ‘tis time”. It doesn’t take us long at all to be swamped in their madness. We are already there. It is primitive, tribal. A mix of middle earth, pre-history, Norse warmongering, druid dystopia. A heightened apocalypse. Taiko rhythms deafen the senses, and the witches proclaim their prophecies in unison. The lunatics have taken over the asylum.

We wonder where we can go from here. The extraordinary opening cannot afford to dip, but has it got the energy to rise. Its sheer strength proves to be the one weakness that keeps the performance on the one level throughout. Thrilling as it is, it is relentless, leaving us wanting more of the stillness. More relief. But when those moments do come, they are truly striking, and the combined talents of this cohesive ensemble shine through. Attuned and in tune, the performers interact as one: their individual backgrounds adding rich flavours that “in the caldron boil and bake”. Physical theatre, puppetry, clown work, percussion, ritual, mythology, European folk music, and medieval chant are brought together under artistic director Henry Maynard’s steely direction.

Maynard is also tonight’s Macbeth (not always – some cast share roles and interchange on a nightly basis). A rich-voiced, booming presence not quite emasculated by Briony O’Callaghan’s Lady Macbeth. O’Callaghan, vampiric in her thirst for blood and status, gives a striking performance, both baiting and taming Maynard’s feral Macbeth. The supernatural nature of Shakespeare’s play is powerfully portrayed, often relying on just the performers’ bodies. Deep red wine symbolises the copious spilt blood. At times the wine and blood are as one, especially when Simon Gleave beautifully crackles as Banquo’s ghost, spitting and pouring claret-hued and venomous fear into the veins of Macbeth. Flabbergast are not afraid to go out on a limb, while remaining loyal to Shakespeare’s text. Comic relief comes courtesy of Dale Wylde’s Porter; a rubber-faced, New-Age Mr Bean at the gates of the castle.

Multi-rolling Daniel Chrisostomou comes into his own, particularly in Act Two as Macduff, plotting his revenge, while Kyll Thomas-Cole’s eye-catching Malcolm teases and tests his motives. One of the more riveting scenes, on a par with the stillness of the soliloquies. These moments, though, struggle to be remembered once the panoramic bombast subsides. The symmetry, synchronicity and physicality of the performance is undeniably exhilarating. It does not probe too deeply into the sexuality or the chemistry between Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. In today’s climate one expects the subject matter inherent in the text – what does it mean to be a man, or a woman? – to be milked for all its worth and given the ‘correct’ treatment. This show, deliberately or otherwise, admiringly leaves it up to the audience, respecting intelligence by not spooning out popular judgement. The resonance stands on its own.

It is a whirlwind, whirligig production. One that captures the ethos of “Macbeth”, even if the story is one of the casualties, strewn among the body count. Yet it is a powerful, thrilling and quite extraordinary interpretation. A unique, sensory overload that can probably be heard across Southeast London, but should definitely be experienced up close.

 

 

Reviewed on 16th March 2023

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Michael Lynch

 

 

Previously reviewed at Southwark Playhouse:

 

Smoke | ★★ | February 2023
The Walworth Farce | ★★★ | February 2023
Hamlet | ★★★ | January 2023
Who’s Holiday! | ★★★ | December 2022
Doctor Faustus | ★★★★★ | September 2022
The Prince | ★★★ | September 2022
Tasting Notes | ★★ | July 2022
Evelyn | ★★★ | June 2022
The Lion | ★★★ | May 2022
Anyone Can Whistle | ★★★★ | April 2022

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