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Backstairs Billy

Backstairs Billy

★★★★

Duke of York’s Theatre

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BACKSTAIRS BILLY at the Duke of York’s Theatre

★★★★

Backstairs Billy

“Evans’ performance is majestic in itself – flamboyant, teasing and mischievous, yet complicated”

William Tallon started writing letters to the Royal Household, asking for work, when he was aged ten. His dream was achieved five years later, in 1951, when he was invited to Easter Court at Windsor, then Buckingham Palace. After the death of King George VI, he followed Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother to Clarence House, where he remained until her death in 2002. During his time, he earned the nickname “Backstairs Billy”, having risen to the position of ‘Page of the Backstairs’. His service and devotion have seeped into popular culture, spawning a Channel 4 documentary two years after his own death, and now Marcelo Dos Santos’ new play in the West End.

Set at the end of the 1970s, Michael Grandage’s production comes dressed as a gentle comedy – almost a farce – but has an extra-strong kick to it beneath the surface. Much like the cocktails Billy serves to The Queen Mother’s guests; all sweet cordial yet with a hidden punch that takes you by surprise. We meet Billy (Luke Evans) presiding over the Household staff, like a virtuoso conductor, as they prepare for one of Ma’am’s receptions in the Garden Room of Clarence House. Immediately we latch on to his irrepressible and subversive irreverence, matched by his unfailing loyalty. We can see why he has earned his privileges, and the special place he holds in the Queen Mother’s heart. Evans’ performance is majestic in itself – flamboyant, teasing and mischievous, yet complicated. Much comedy is drawn from his relationship with other members of the staff, particularly the rivalry with Mr Kerr (Ian Drysdale) the officious killjoy bent on driving Billy out.

“a gorgeously entertaining and traditional piece of theatre”

The Queen Mother was traditionally (allegedly) quarter of an hour late for her ‘at-homes’. It is the same amount of time before Penelope Wilton’s queenly entrance. Immediately in command, Wilton has grasped the hidden essence of the Queen Mother’s character and philosophy. It has often been said that when people met her, she did her best to make them go away feeling better. There is a glint in Wilton’s eye and an infectious smile that matches Evans’ naughtiness. The dynamic between Wilton and Evans is a true delight to watch. Yes, they may be an odd couple, and the Royal etiquette may be stretched a bit, but it is a totally believable friendship that works well on stage. Dos Santos’ script is packed full of one liners that poke fun at all levels of society. A strong supporting cast play various guests, whose comedic flare reminds us of the colourful and eccentric characters who populated Fawlty Towers.

The second act wanders into all out farce. Billy was (allegedly – again) known for bringing his gay lovers back to Clarence House after dark. In the play, one such ‘pick up’ was black artist (Eloka Ivo) who leaves behind his latest sculpture, a large black phallus, which inevitably rears its head the following day. Ivo displays a comic genius as he is mistakenly passed off as a Prince of Lesotho when he returns to collect his ‘artwork’. We are now in Joe Orton territory, but we are keen to be steered back to the central couple. When we are, it is in the aftermath of this scandal that threatens Billy’s position. A slightly jarring moment during which the Queen Mother tests Billy’s loyalty almost sadistically.

But overall, it is a gorgeously entertaining and traditional piece of theatre. Admittedly some serious issues are glossed over. The ‘Winter of Discontent’ that is blowing outside beyond the comfortable confines of Clarence House is cursorily commented on. Yet the subject of class divide is sensitively touched upon between the comedic lines. There are flashback scenes to the recently widowed Queen Mother during which Ilan Galkoff touchingly portrays a fifteen-year-old Billy at the start of his journey, while Wilton draws every ounce of empathy with her depiction of a woman learning to laugh once again. Backstairs Billy was a breath of fresh air to the former Queen consort. “Backstairs Billy” is a breath of fresh air in the West End.


BACKSTAIRS BILLY at the Duke of York’s Theatre

Reviewed on 8th November 2023

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Johan Persson

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

Much Ado About Nothing | ★★★★ | February 2023

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Habeas Corpus

Habeas Corpus

★★★

Menier Chocolate Factory

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Habeas Corpus

Habeas Corpus

Menier Chocolate Factory

Reviewed – 14th December 2021

★★★

 

“some of the laughs are misplaced today, but with a nod to its self-mocking humour, there is no doubt it is entertaining”

 

There is a jet-black coffin centre stage throughout Patrick Marber’s staging of Alan Bennett’s seminal seventies farce, “Habeas Corpus”. Symbolic or not of whether this revival will survive the kiss of life Marber smothers it with, its prominence is a distraction rather than a subtle reminder of Bennett’s underlying themes of mortality. “Habeas Corpus” is a play with two personalities; at once naturalistic, even touching the human chord, yet at the same time, a farce. The quiet, introverted musings on life are nearly always drowned out by the brash energy and seaside naughtiness of the comedy.

And energy is what this production certainly has, the key ingredient of farce – along with the extra marital shenanigans, mistaken identities, absurd situations, challenged respectability, and characters without their trousers. We are in GP Arthur Wicksteed’s home surgery in Hove. Richard Hudson’s blank, stark set allow us to imagine the draping of misogyny and sexism with which the doctor has furnished his house. We are introduced to the players by Ria Jones’ Mrs Swabb. Wicksteed would be a far more successful physician if he pursued his career as diligently as he pursues women. His wife, Muriel, is more assertive while his son is a timid hypochondriac who uses a fake terminal illness as a chat up line. Enter Connie, who has ordered a false pair of breasts to boost her confidence. Lady Rumpus is an expatriate, colonial figure, protective of her daughter Felicity while Canon Throbbing is a frustrated celibate who… well – his name says it all. Then there is Mr Shanks who arrives to fit Connie’s breasts, Sir Percy Shorter, a leading light in the medical profession out for revenge and Mr Purdue, a sick man who hangs over the proceedings like (and sometimes in) a noose.

Jasper Britton adds a bit of charm to his dated salaciousness. There is enough irony there to forgive him (the actor rather than the character). Catherine Russell’s Muriel has a light-hearted sparkle that occasionally flickers to reveal a more profound hurting. Kirsty Besterman is a joy to watch as the ‘spinster’ who believes the only way to a man’s heart is through her body; a tenet that is constantly reinforced by the men in the piece. Mercifully the entire cast play on the dated perceptions and, again, we forgive. The sheer entertainment value carries us along.

The sensation is like revisiting, after many years, a favourite pub that has since been refurbished. The new décor clashes with the fondness of memory. Marber has added a few twists that jar. Occasionally the poetic language bizarrely morphs into surreal song routines. The sadness and the cruelty behind the comedy are more hidden than they should be. Yet nostalgia is unreliable. Perhaps Bennett’s text was flawed back in the seventies. Perhaps not. Perhaps it still isn’t, and it is the times we live in that force us to judge it unfavourably. But that is another debate. If “Habeas Corpus” is a farce it certainly fulfils its purpose. Yes, some of the laughs are misplaced today, but with a nod to its self-mocking humour, there is no doubt it is entertaining. We just need to avoid politicisation for a couple of hours, be aware that all concerned have their tongue in their cheek, and enjoy.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 


Habeas Corpus

Menier Chocolate Factory until 27th February

 

Previously reviewed at this venue this year:
Brian and Roger | ★★★★★ | November 2021

 

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