★★★½

“The cast’s evident delight in working together makes the production shine”

When Queen Victoria sang her favourite Mendelssohn composition, she had no idea the piece was written by Felix’s older sister. Fanny by Calum Finlay transforms that artistic erasure into a madcap domestic comedy. Audiences will embrace its energy, humour, and unapologetically loud celebration of a brilliant woman fighting to be heard.

Fanny Mendelssohn is trapped in an impossible bind. She’s a brilliant composer who must focus on marriage prospects rather than her musical talent. Fanny intercepts a royal invitation for her brother Felix to premiere a new work for Queen Victoria. Determined to take his place at the palace, Fanny unleashes a charmingly chaotic, laugh-a-minute escapade.

Finlay’s achievement lies in his astute portrayal of family dynamics. Felix (Daniel Abbott) is the confident golden boy coasting on privilege; Paul (Jeremy Lloyd) is the misunderstood, unappreciated brother; Rebecka (Danielle Phillips) is the younger sister, seething with frustration; and Fanny (Charlie Russell) burns with a talent that puts her at odds with familial expectations. Mother Lea (Kim Ismay) anchors the production. A thoroughly accomplished actress, she holds the ensemble together. The cast’s evident delight in working together makes the production shine.

But the true star is Charlie Russell who pulls the audience into her world with charisma, infectious energy and intelligent comic precision. Her fantasy orchestral conducting sequences are transformed by Movement Director Phao Wheatley into theatrical gold – these and the various chase scenes are production highlights.

Of course, one of the show’s great treats is the score itself. Yshani Perinpanayagam’s musical direction brings the Mendelssohn compositions to soaring life – whichever sibling penned these pieces, the music is glorious. Audiences will leave eager to hear more.

Each cast member takes several roles, so costume design (Sophia Pardon assisted by Emily Nelson) is particularly important. Pardon deftly manages each outfit change, subtly orienting the audience with unspoken messages about social class and location. Pardon’s set design and use of props wring maximum effect from an evidently minimal budget. David Howe’s lighting enhances the story as it twists from the inner world of Fanny composing to family dynamics to outside scenes.

The production’s weakness lies in not trusting the story to make its own point. There’s no need to spell out the moral lesson in additional speeches. This holds the production back from four-star greatness.

Still, this remains highly entertaining theatre. Think collaborative inclusivity rather than West End slick. Director Katie-Ann McDonough brings audiences into the creative process, helming a spirited, joyous production ideal for school trips or families with older teens. This is accessible comedy that raises serious questions about artistic ownership, feminism and work/life balance. The audience participation – representing orchestra sections – generates the laughs and collective investment that younger audiences will love. Be prepared for loud, energetic theatre that won’t suit every mood but will delight those ready to embrace its exuberant spirit.

The traditional Irish Noble Call is planned to follow each performance – inviting female-identifying musicians to share their work.

Fanny Mendelssohn deserved better than history gave her, and this production goes some way towards righting that wrong.

CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL

Arcola Theatre

★★★★★

“Feel-good is the understatement of the year where this show is concerned”

‘It’s a beautiful day for an anti-polio picnic’. So begins the new all-singing, all-dancing “Cry-Baby, The Musical”. This is no surprise if you are armed with the knowledge that the musical is based on the transgressive filmmaker John Waters’ 1990 film. Mark O’Donnell and Thomas Meehan have written the book, with David Javerbaum and Adam Schlesinger providing the songs. Directed by the Arcola Theatre’s artistic director, Mehmet Ergen, it bursts onto the London stage with an effervescent eccentricity that Waters would be proud of with all his screwball heart.

A couple of words of advice. Leave your expectations at home, along with any judgements, preconceptions or theatrical snobbery. Don’t read the programme notes – the ones that allude to the show dealing with issues of class-based injustices, political relevance, privilege, demonisation… blah blah blah. It really isn’t that deep. Yes, they’re all in there somewhere, cleverly hidden in hilarious, blink-and-you-miss one-liners, but the trick is to just wallow in the whole explosion of joy that this show bombards you with. The story is as shallow as they come. A kind of ‘Grease’ meets ‘Jailhouse Rock’ – but better than both put together. It is 1954. Communism is the big taboo. Wade “Cry-Baby” Walker is the coolest kid in town. He’s a rebel with a cause. A bad guy – though we kind of twig pretty quickly that he’s not really. Allison is the strait-laced rich girl who crosses to the wrong side of the tracks, drawn to his irresistible flame. Forbidden love and teen rebellion run rife while society moral values are turned upside down.

Adam Davidson plays the eponymous ‘Cry-Baby’. His name derives from the fact that he hasn’t cried since his parents died and he was orphaned at a young age (we learn the circumstances of his mum and dad’s tragic demise later). He is the leader of the ‘Drapes’, a misfit crew of baddies with whom the ‘Squares’ (to which Lulu-Mae Pears’ clean-cut Allison belongs) are in awe of, yet fear, in equal measure. Allison has been brought up by her grandmother, the (seemingly) upright Mrs Cordelia Vernon-Williams (Shirley Jameson). Surrounded by a magnificent kaleidoscope of colourful characters, all performed by an even more magnificent cast, the narrative roller-coasts through picnics, self-awareness days, song contests, arson attacks, prison, escape, freedom, atonement, justice, hard-won-love… right up to its preposterously upbeat finale. All the while our smiles get wider and wider, the laughs get stronger, and our toe-tapping turns into all-out body shaking. Feel-good is the understatement of the year where this show is concerned.

The score must have been one of the easiest to write. There’s irony in that statement, but a snippet of truth too. The entire set list is pure pastiche. The chord structures have been handed to Javerbaum and Schlesinger on a plate. Each song is instantly recognisable, yet bizarrely unique. It’s the lyrics that can take the credit – insanely clever, witty and poignant. The writers are masters of rhyming and scanning, and the performers deliver faultlessly. We are transported back to the fifties with the genre defining songs: the close-knit harmonies of ‘Squeaky Clean’, or the rockabilly rhythms of ‘Jukebox Jamboree’. Ballads such as ‘Misery’ and ‘I’m Infected’ tug at our teenage heartstrings and rekindle the memories of our misspent teenage years. The bar is high, but there still manage to be highlights. Shirley Jameson’s ‘Did Something Wrong Once’ threatens to bring the house down, as does Chad Saint Louis (who plays bad boy Dupree) every time he opens his mouth, and lungs. Davidson and Pears smash every number they sing. The ensemble players are, without exception, exceptional. Eleanor Walsh, in particular, as Lenora Frigid (don’t blame me – I didn’t name the characters), whose solo number ‘Screw Loose’ defines her perfectly. Bonkers? Yes! Virtuosic? Without doubt! And how can you fail to enjoy a musical that includes song titles such as ‘Girl Can I Kiss You with Tongues?’ Forget the phrase ‘from the sublime to the ridiculous’. This show combines the too. Ridiculous? Yes! Sublime? Without a doubt!

You don’t need a big stage to create a spectacle. Chris Whittaker’s choreography shifts the walls outwards, playing with scale and creating deceptively big routines. Meticulously period yet innovative, it encapsulates the show’s energy and sense of fun. Shades of Jerome Robbins in no way eclipse Whittaker’s own individuality. Like every element of the show, familiarity and peculiarity dance side by side.

The finale number – a rousing ‘Nothing Bad’ – sums it up. “Cry-Baby, The Musical” is two hours of star-spangled fun. You’d be a cry-baby to miss it (I know…!). All I can say is ‘be there… or be square’.

FANNY

King’s Head Theatre

★★★½

“The cast’s evident delight in working together makes the production shine”

FANNY

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 16th October 2025

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by David Monteith-Hodge – Photographise

Previously reviewed at this venue:

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CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL

Arcola Theatre

★★★★★

“Feel-good is the understatement of the year where this show is concerned”