TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★★

“polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes”

There’s a certain magic to old-school glamour and Chichester’s revival of Top Hat taps into it with style and affection. Adapted from the beloved 1935 RKO movie starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, this stage version is a well-turned tribute to the golden age of musicals – immaculately dressed, packed with theatrical flair and brimming with toe-tapping, tap-tap-tapping delight.

Broadway star Jerry Travers arrives in London to open a new show, only to fall head-over-heels for fashion model Dale Tremont. A classic case of mistaken identity leads Dale to mistake him for Horace Hardwick – her friend Madge’s husband – setting off a flurry of misunderstandings, flirtations and fancy footwork, from London to Venice.

Musically, it’s a feast. Drawing from Irving Berlin’s rich songbook, Gareth Valentine (musical supervisor) and Stephen Ridley (musical director) bring warmth and wit to every number – from the suave syncopation of Puttin’ on the Ritz to the dreamlike sway of Cheek to Cheek and, of course, the iconic Top Hat, White Tie and Tails.

Phillip Attmore steps into Jerry’s top hat and tails, bringing precision and considerable dance finesse. A seasoned Broadway performer, he’s at his best when in motion, whether gliding through ballroom routines or tapping with crisp, stylish flair. Vocally, he’s less commanding, and while his performance is confident and capable, he doesn’t quite radiate the charisma needed to make Jerry truly magnetic. Still, his polished technique and assured presence anchor the role with poise. Opposite him, Lucy St. Louis brings a graceful strength to the role of Dale Tremont, the fashion model who finds herself swept up in Jerry’s chaotic orbit. With credits spanning both London and New York, St. Louis gives Dale both sophistication and steel. Her voice is velvety and assured, her movement elegant, and her presence compelling.

There’s excellent support throughout the ensemble, who keep the world of the show buoyant and bright, but it’s the quartet of comic sidekicks who provide some of the most memorable moments. Clive Carter is enjoyably flustered as Horace, the increasingly frazzled producer caught in the crossfire. Sally Ann Triplett’s Madge, arriving in Act Two, delivers deadpan bite and terrific timing, arching an eyebrow with expert precision and adding sharp wit to every droll aside. Their duet Outside of That, I Love You is a particular highlight. James Clyde, as Horace’s solemnly inventive butler Bates, and Alex Gibson-Giorgio, as the exuberantly ridiculous designer Alberto Beddini, lean fully – and delightfully – into their comic types. Their performances don’t just flirt with over-the-top – they leap right over it, yet remain infectious and full of fun. Between them, it’s a toss-up who steals more scenes, though Gibson-Giorgio’s Latins Know How may just tip the balance.

Kathleen Marshall directs and choreographs with clarity and style. Her routines – from sweeping ballroom numbers to crisp ensemble tap – are stylish and deftly handled, if occasionally hemmed in by the physical limits of the stage. The pacing keeps the farce buoyant and the storytelling is clear, even if some of the romantic ideas feel a little dusty by today’s standards.

The production looks stunning. Peter McKintosh’s set is framed by a sweeping illuminated Art Deco arch and anchored by a semi-circular revolve that shifts locations smoothly – from sleek hotel lobbies to the canals of Venice. It’s a smart, fluid design that keeps the action moving and always gives the eye something pleasing to settle on. Tim Mitchell’s lighting adds lustre and atmosphere throughout.

Costumes, also by McKintosh with Yvonne Milnes, are a triumph. The daywear is chic and sharply tailored, capturing the elegance of the era. Dale’s “designed by Beddini” gowns shimmer with 1930s fantasy, while the revue costumes for Jerry’s show add a burst of colour and pizzazz, nodding to vintage showbiz spectacle with theatrical flair.

In the end, Top Hat doesn’t quite dazzle from start to finish, but it’s polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes — a thoroughly enjoyable evening of nostalgic escapism.

TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

Reviewed on 24th July 2025

by Ellen Cheshire

Photography by Johan Persson

TOP HAT

Moulin Rouge! The Musical

Piccadilly Theatre

Reviewed – 20th January 2022

★★★

“this would make a really fun proper knees-up sing-along if that’s the direction they wanted to go in”

When Moulin Rouge was released in 2001 it put its very best foot forward with an absolute dream team of Baz Luhrmann, Craig Pearce, Craig Armstrong, Ewan McGregor, Nicole Kidman, Jim Broadbent, John Leguizamo, and Richard Roxburgh to name a few. For goodness sake, even Kylie Minogue featured for a second (“I’m a green fairy!”) Not only that, but it apparently took Luhrmann over two years to gain the rights to the most carefully curated track list, featuring some of the biggest songs of the century. So, with all that in mind, Moulin Rouge: The Musical faces a tremendous amount of pressure. How on earth could you make a version of a Baz Luhrmann production and make it better, even make it just as good?

Filing into the theatre, the staging already promises a lot, with tens of floor-to-ceiling light-encrusted ruby red hearts sitting nestled within one another; an enormous adorned elephant bedecks the royal box, and opposite, the iconic windmill spinning lazily. Emblazoned in bright lights across the front of the stage, ‘MOULIN ROUGE’. As the audience shuffles past one another, holding plastic cups of wine, taking off their giant winter coats and shoving them under their chairs, dancers move in seductive slow-motion across the stage and around the front rows, in encrusted velvet corsets and top hats, crescendoing with two low-key sword swallowers before its even begun. It’s all very alluring, and the first song, ‘Lady Marmalade’ is the perfect smutty number to introduce us properly, filthy-sexy and so much fun.

But as the play unfolds, unfortunately it doesn’t quite keep up, with some songs merely echoing the film’s outrageous performances, and others bizarrely saccharine or, quite frankly, just not good enough.

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It’s a strange beast in that it doesn’t quite know what it is. On the one hand, Derek McLane’s gloriously over-the-top, no-holds-barred stage design, and Catherine Zuber’s saucy, sexy, sometimes lurid, sometimes lavish costumes are the stuff of the very highest production value. On the other hand, there’s something disturbingly panto about some of the performances, the leads feel a bit- dare I say it- Disney in their wholesome asexual chemistry, and the additional songs not included in the movie are presented like a sing-along; rather than being cleverly and carefully chosen and then moulded to suit the story’s palette, they seem to clash. In the second half, for example, the morning after Satine has had to break Christian’s heart and pretend she doesn’t love him because otherwise the Duke’s going to have him murdered; it’s a pretty tense and heavy moment. Christian starts singing Adele’s ‘Rolling in the Deep’ with all the melodrama of a fourteen-year-old Glee member, and the audience takes their cue and joins in! Not only are they clapping along, they’re bloody singing! At near on the saddest part of the whole story.

That’s not to say there aren’t flashes of flamboyant ecstasy: Clive Carter’s Harold Zidler, despite doing a sort of impression of Jim Broadbent’s performance, is delightfully sinister and scornful, and contributes a slightly different flavour to the complicated character.

The end of the Elephant Medley is pretty spectacular, Satine’s room spinning to reveal a starlit night sky, the Eiffel tower being rolled on by eight extra dancers, and quick sparkling costume changes for both leads as they climb the miniature landmark. Two aerialists spin elegantly from the ceiling as Satine and Christian sing the last high notes together, “How wonderful life is now you’re in the world”, and the chorus stares lovingly on. It’s just so ridiculously excessive, I love it.

I think this would make a really fun proper knees-up sing-along if that’s the direction they wanted to go in; a great night out with the girls, belting ‘Baby you’re a firework’ and ‘Single Ladies’.

Alternatively, it could do what it looks like it should and be properly debaucherous and depraved, and the subject handled with a lot more grit and seriousness. I don’t want to hear Satine saying “I can’t go back to the streets!” and Christian responding with a fatuous “Then come with me to the stars!” Dude, she’s talking about a life of prostitution and homelessness. What are you talking about??

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TOP HAT

★★★★

Chichester Festival Theatre

TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★★

“polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes”