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THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

★★★½

Omnibus Theatre

THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

Omnibus Theatre

★★★½

“The jokes are sharp, delivered with impeccable timing and well-written”

The wonderfully titled collective Bag of Beard’s latest offering, The Highgate Vampire, takes the form of a ‘lecture’ chaotically delivered by two eccentric hunters of the occult. Played by long-time collaborators Alexander Knott and James Demaine, Sheffield – a Catholic priest ever quick to dramatically wield his golden crucifix – and Farringdon – a tobacconist with a penchant for new-age spirituality (and a séance or two) – strive to outdo one another in convincing their audience that they, in fact, are the vanquisher of the mythical Highgate Vampire. In doing so they compete to reach greater heights of clichéd and pompous verbosity and engage in all kinds of amusing stunts to tell their story, reportedly not far from real events that took place in the 1970s.

Knott and Demaine shine on stage together, the chemistry that comes with a shared history on the stage and extensive workshopping plain for all to see. Each brings his own off-kilter charisma to the role, confidently owning the stage, and their characters make excellent foils for one another. When they impersonate the other characters in their tale – the various dubious witnesses to the monster they seek to destroy – their comic versatility shines the brightest. It looks like they’re having enormous fun and, as a result, so is the audience.

Despite the apparent anarchy of the events on stage, the whole production feels taut and polished, presumably down to the work of director Ryan Hutton and producer Zöe Grain, who also makes an appearance as ‘Audrey the Technician’, often addressed directly by Sheffield as he looks for favourable treatment while telling his heroic tale. Grain’s use of the projector screen that dominates the stage is excellent – the visuals perfectly pitched and central to the experience – and the sound (Samuel Heron) and lighting provide just the right amount of campy horror atmosphere.

While the play entertains and amuses throughout, however, the zany energy is not matched by the unpredictability it could have afforded. The jokes are sharp, delivered with impeccable timing and well-written, but lack a sense of the absurd or unexpected that could have elevated them. The characters feel like they have emerged organically, but also as though they have been seen before in various other guises. And the plot moves along energetically, but it, too, holds no real surprises once the premise has been established. Despite it’s many successes one can’t shake the feeling that an opportunity has been missed to make this already enjoyable experience a memorable one.



THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

Omnibus Theatre

Reviewed on 17th December 2025

by Peter Jacobs

Photography by Charlie Flint


 

 

 

 

THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

Cratchit

Cratchit

★★★

Park Theatre

Cratchit

Cratchit

Park Theatre

Reviewed – 9th December 2021

★★★

 

“Dagleish is a genial, amusing Cratchit, winning the audience over with a jaunty charm”

 

Barring the actual nativity scene, A Christmas Carol is probably the best known seasonal story, not just in its original literary form, but also as a Muppet, a Donald Duck, the inimitable Michael Cain Christmas Carol of course. The same story every time, the same wholesome message of kindness and generosity of spirit. And unless you’re trying to entertain a bunch of kids, it gets a bit tired.

So it’s not a bad idea at all to mix it up and tell the story from a different angle. Writer and director Alex Knott has seemingly gone for a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern vibe, telling the story from the perspective of Bob Cratchit (John Dagleish), Scrooge’s hard-done-by employee and father of tiny Tim. Already suffering a very tight belt this Christmas Eve, Cratchit finds himself, through little fault of his own, owing money he doesn’t have to a couple of criminals.

In a moment of wretched despair he decides it’d be best for his family if he weren’t around to make matters worse. He tries to hang himself, but slips and falls into the frozen river, where he meets three spirits sent to give him a message.

Cratchit

Given that Scrooge is so close by- literally only next door to Cratchit’s cold, meagre office- I was hoping for a bit of story cross-over, maybe catching a glimpse of Scrooge’s own spiritual journey that evening, or perhaps adding something clever to the well-known plot. Instead ‘Cratchit’ is a kind of shadow of the same plot with a bit stolen from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.

Except that the message is a little garbled too. Rather than showing an alternate reality, the three spirits take Cratchit into the future, first showing him the second Industrial Revolution, people enslaved in furnace-hot factories. Next, we’re transported to Christmas Day in WW1, lads playing football and singing hymns on no-man’s land. We take a trip through glittering ‘80s Soho, finally landing in our present plague-ridden day, and moving a little further into the future, where we meet Cratchit’s great-great-grandchild, or thereabouts, who’s doing very well indeed. This isn’t a subjunctive future, it’s just exactly what’s going to happen, so why is Cratchit being shown it? Apparently to show him that if you “live long enough, there must be reward for every man.” This is supposed to be the big heart-warming Christmas message: that his life and the life of his children and grandchildren and even great grandchildren might be torturous and near impossible to bear, but one day, someone in that long line might be allowed a little happiness. This seems deeply depressing to me. It also takes forever to work out what the point is.

Emil Bestow’s staging is simple but fairly effective. A criss-cross of wooden slats lays against the back of the stage, housing a few nestled lanterns and sitting in a pile of snow. This is most effective in the blue-black light of a cold winter’s night, when Cratchit is walking home, the warm glow of the lanterns in stark contrast to the bitter cold. Cratchit’s work desk serves as a general prop- something to sit and climb on, to move around and bang with an angry clenched fist. It’s a bit lacklustre in its most anachronistic moments- sitting in the middle of a battlefield, or in the middle of a Soho nightclub- but it serves its purpose.

Dagleish is a genial, amusing Cratchit, winning the audience over with a jaunty charm. His character could do with a bit more meat, but he makes do. Freya Sharp does her best to play all the parts Dagleish can’t. Her facial expressions carry her, bringing a lot of physical comedy into what are generally quite surface parts.

I feel I’ve said this quite a lot recently, but it needs to be at least fifteen minutes shorter- there’s an especially long rant about how awful Scrooge is which could definitely be chopped in half, and there’s a weird Christmas feast hallucination-type scene on the battlefield that I didn’t really understand at all, and which didn’t appear to add anything to the story.

All in all it makes for an entertaining evening if you’re already in the jolly spirit and looking for something festive to hang it on (no pun intended). But through a cynical un-christmasy eye it doesn’t quite live up to its potential.

 

Reviewed by Miriam Sallon

Photography by Charles Flint

 


Cratchit

Park Theatre until 7th January

 

Previously reviewed at this venue this year:
Abigail’s Party | ★★★★ | November 2021
Flushed | ★★★★ | October 2021
Little Women | ★★★★ | November 2021
When Darkness Falls | ★★★ | August 2021

 

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