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IOLANTHE

★★★★★

Wilton’s Music Hall

IOLANTHE

Wilton’s Music Hall

★★★★★

“there is something profoundly restorative about surrendering to such unashamed silliness”

What fun! Gilbert and Sullivan’s satirical masterpiece has lost none of its bite. Charles Court Opera’s glorious revival of Iolanthe at Wilton’s Music Hall proves that lampooning the House of Lords as a collection of mediocre chancers is as fresh, accurate and necessary today as it was in 1882. This is a triumph. It is riotously funny, musically accomplished, and politically sharp.

The plot concerns Strephon (Matthew Palmer), a half-fairy parliamentary groundsman in love with Phyllis (Llio Evans), a ward of Chancery. When the Lord Chancellor (Matthew Kellett) and the entire House of Peers also fall for Phyllis, the fairies intervene with chaotic results. The absurdity is the point, putting the lie to the establishment’s pomposity. Gilbert’s libretto skewers the sheer ridiculousness of hereditary power with a precision that remains devastatingly accurate. By contrast, the moving tenderness of the love songs, both between the romantic couple and between mother and son, shows what Gilbert and Sullivan considered important. The costumes, designed by Molly Fraser, could walk straight from the Wilton’s stage into the Lords’ chamber today.

John Savournin’s direction, revived by James Hurley, balances comedy with genuine warmth, whilst David Eaton’s musical direction draws sparkling performances from the Charles Court Opera Chamber Orchestra. The standout musical performances come from George Ireland on keyboard and Tim Taylorson on flute. They deliver Sullivan’s score, from the ethereal fairy music to the bombastic march of the peers, with both precision and joy.

The cast is uniformly excellent, but the standout performance comes from Catrine Kirkman as Lady Mountararat. In a clever gender-flip of the traditionally male role, Kirkman delivers a magnificent creation somewhere between Margaret Thatcher and Lady Hale: all imperious authority, withering disdain, and immaculate comic timing. Matthew Kellett as the Lord Chancellor delivers a tour de force of patter and pathos in his “Nightmare Song”. Eleanor O’Driscoll is a touching Iolanthe and Meriel Cunningham commands the stage as the Fairy Queen with regal authority.

Molly Fraser’s costume and set design beautifully suits Wilton’s atmospheric Victorian interior. Ben Pickersgill’s lighting transforms the space from fairy glade to parliamentary chamber with elegant simplicity, whilst Merry Holden’s choreography makes the most of a limited cast on a small stage.

This is clearly a production on a modest budget. The chorus and orchestra are stripped down to the bone, yet this constraint becomes a virtue, bringing clarity and intimacy to Sullivan’s orchestrations. Such limitations make the triumph all the more remarkable.

Gilbert and Sullivan is not currently fashionable, but perhaps it’s just what we need. In our era with unprecedented levels of anxiety and depression, there is something profoundly restorative about surrendering to such unashamed silliness. It is impossible to watch Iolanthe without cheering up.

With the upper chamber still stuffed with cronies and hereditary hangers-on, Gilbert’s century-old satire feels not like a museum piece but a call to arms. Unmissable.



IOLANTHE

Wilton’s Music Hall

Reviewed on 19th February 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Craig Fuller


 

 

 

 

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A CHRISTMAS CAROL – AS TOLD BY JACOB MARLEY (DECEASED)

★★★★★

Upstairs at the Gatehouse

A CHRISTMAS CAROL – AS TOLD BY JACOB MARLEY (DECEASED)

Upstairs at the Gatehouse

★★★★★

“Each transformation is sharp and specific—a tilt of the head, a shift in posture, a complete recalibration of voice and energy”

In a bare room with nothing but a battered chair and the weight of eternal regret, James Hyland transforms Dickens’ most famous ghost story into a searing solo confessional. This stripped-back A Christmas Carol reveals the bones of the tale—and they rattle magnificently.

Jacob Marley doesn’t haunt quietly. From the moment he materialises in his dusty, ragged costume (designed by Nicki Martin-Harper)—chains conspicuously absent but implied in every weighted gesture—he commands the Gatehouse’s intimate space with ferocious energy. This is a spirit condemned not to silence but to tell his story, over and over. Hyland makes us feel the compulsion burning through every word.

The minimalist staging proves inspired. One chair. One actor. One chance at redemption through storytelling. Without elaborate Victorian trappings or special effects, we’re forced to confront the raw humanity in Dickens’ prose—and this adaptation wisely draws directly from the original text, preserving that magnificent language while reshaping it into Marley’s desperate monologue. When Hyland speaks Dickens’ words, they don’t feel like quotation but like fresh anguish. Sound and composition (Chris Warner) provides an eery atmosphere.

The physical performance is extraordinary. Hyland shifts seamlessly between Marley’s anguished narration and embodiments of Scrooge, the spirits, Tiny Tim, and a parade of characters from his former partner’s life. Each transformation is sharp and specific—a tilt of the head, a shift in posture, a complete recalibration of voice and energy. The single chair becomes bed, counting house, gravestone, whatever the story demands, as Hyland’s virtuosic performance fills every corner of the space. This is all the more astonishing as Hyland is the actor, adapter, director and producer. This is truly a one-man show. 

What makes this production particularly powerful is its psychological insight. By making Marley our guide, this adaptation asks us to consider not just Scrooge’s redemption but whether a ghost can find peace through bearing witness. Hyland plays this tension beautifully, showing us a spirit who is simultaneously beyond help and desperately hoping that telling the story might somehow lighten his chains.

The pacing never flags across the seventy-five minutes. Hyland modulates between driving urgency and haunting stillness, between bitter comedy and genuine pathos. His vocal control is remarkable—Dickens’ ornate sentences tumble out with clarity and purpose, never feeling declamatory or over-rehearsed.

In an era of spectacular stage effects and elaborate Christmas productions, this Carol dares to offer just one brilliant actor, Dickens’ luminous language, and a story that needs nothing more. It’s an utterly thrilling demonstration of what theatre can achieve with talent, text, and trust.



A CHRISTMAS CAROL – AS TOLD BY JACOB MARLEY (DECEASED)

Upstairs at the Gatehouse

Reviewed on 15th December 2025

by Elizabeth Botsford


 

 

 

 

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