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THE LUMINOUS

★★★

Greenwich Theatre

THE LUMINOUS at Greenwich Theatre

★★★

“the actors play determined everywomen with plenty of brio, empathy and skill.”

What do all these have in common? The matchgirls’ strike of 1888, modern hospital regeneration, the Greenham Common peace camps of the 1980s, a sleepless half-twin, and a lady in a brown bonnet who is likely a ghost.

Although the solution is never properly clear, three women – Mighty, Mags and Alice – spend 90 minutes wrestling with the pieces in an attempt to create a cohesive picture.

A couple of bottles of red help.

This is a book club, comprising NHS workers kicking back. They’re studying The Luminous. Depending on your point of view, it’s either a lurid potboiler or a brutal examination of oppression in the 1880s. The title springs from the glowing bones of match workers who are slowly poisoned by deadly phosphorus.

Over the course of an evening, the increasingly drunken trio tackle – well, let’s hand over to the trigger warning on the publicity for a rundown: “Sensitive themes of violence against women (physical and sexual), abortion, illness and grief. It contains references to childbirth, self-immolation and nuclear warfare. It also contains strong language, ableist and misogynistic language and an abstract depiction of an autopsy.”

Self-immolation and nuclear warfare?

That’s some night.

The stage is spare, the scene is set. Catherine Dyson, also the writer, Cassie Friend and Rebecca Loukes ably play the three women who leap from this period to that, from drunken dancing to rueful recollections of family rifts. One minute we’re in hospital scrubs, the next we’re in the downbeat drapes of Victorian East London with Jack the Ripper loitering somewhere in the fog.

It’s a lot. But a theme emerges. Everywhere we turn, the women have it rough and every man we meet is a moustache-twiddling villain bent on copping a feel and worse.

The production tries hard to make these time jumps seamless, keeping the three on stage and offering up slick costume and tonal changes. There’s song, dance, a slide show and that autopsy. Under director Sabina Netherclift’s direction the pace is necessarily steady, so we’re always with the ever-shifting action, but there are so many ideas scrabbling for attention that some get left behind, never achieving a satisfying resolution.

Of all the conjoined sketches, the production feels most comfortable in the Penny Gaff, a raucous music hall where a lascivious ringmaster sells his girls on tales of West End glory while re-enacting bloody murder tableaux.

The parade of miseries the women endure – assault, oppression, exploitation, rape, neglect, mangled abortion – are somewhat formulaic (each of the women has their own set piece trauma) but the actors play determined everywomen with plenty of brio, empathy and skill. They manage, with vino in full flow, to create a sense of community and sisterhood.

This collage has an earnest underpinning and a brisk thematic and physical momentum so by the conclusion there’s been enough goodwill accrued to provide a galvanising edge, with generations of women calling on the next to pick up the baton.

Elsewhere, the week’s most telling cultural moment was actor Saoirse Ronan informing her stunned-to-silence male couch mates on The Graham Norton Show that using a phone as a weapon is something “girls have to think about all the time”.

So, there’s sufficient truth in the drama and urgency in the message to make The Luminous an admirable and diverting polemic.

 

THE LUMINOUS at Greenwich Theatre

Reviewed on 1st November 2024

by Giles Broadbent

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE RIVER | ★★★ | October 2024
VINCENT RIVER | ★★★ | June 2023
AN INTERVENTION | ★★★½ | July 2022
BAD DAYS AND ODD NIGHTS | ★★★★★ | June 2021

THE LUMINOUS

THE LUMINOUS

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DR. STRANGELOVE

★★★½

 Noël Coward Theatre

DR. STRANGELOVE at the  Noël Coward Theatre

★★★½

“part broad farce, part skewering satire, a little bit of ’Allo ’Allo, some Airplane, some Partridge”

You have to laugh, don’t you, faced with this confluence of existential crises. War in Europe and the Americans tempted by the charms of a bloviated strongman. Meanwhile the Reds, if not exactly under in our beds, then loitering on our phones, messing with our minds.

Perfect time then for that whip-smart agitator Armando Iannucci, arch chronicler of political chaos, to revive and adapt director Stanley Kubrick’s classic ode to Cold War lunacy, Dr Strangelove.

A great decision and elevated to genius with Steve Coogan who is in harness for not one but four roles – the headliner’s quick change act a marvel in itself.

A reminder: it’s the early 1960s. We’re in the Cold War, everyone’s on edge, there are Commies everywhere, paranoia is rife and cigar chomping General Jack Ripper (a very Trumpian John Hopkins) has gone rogue, sending his pilots to drop a big wing of H-bombs on the Ruskies.

The next two hours of this soaring, mile-a-minute, yet strangely stodgy comedy sees bumbling War Room generals trying to mitigate and resolve one world-ending disaster after another, not helped by a disabling patriotism that won’t let them back down.

There’s a grab-bag of comedy influences on show – part broad farce, part skewering satire, a little bit of ’Allo ’Allo, some Airplane, some Partridge (inevitably) as well as dollops of that Pythonesque love of institutional silliness.

But mostly we’re living in Coogan’s world. He is the lynchpin of director Sean Foley’s ambitious production that attempts – by means of audacious staging, filmed backdrops, crashes, bangs and shoot-outs – to emulate Kubrick’s 1964 silver screen satire.

All eyes are on Coogan as he embodies, in turn, marble mouthed Brit Lionel Mandrake (channelling King Charles); frazzled plot device President Merkin Muffley; bombastic, bombtastic pilot Major TJ Kong; and the eponymous Dr Strangelove, the sinister Nazi (‘as American as apple strudel’) with the Andy Warhol wig and the alien robot arm that has a tendency to heil Hitler. Coogan is at his peak here, whizzing about in a wheelchair in a blizzard of tics, finding layers of comedy in his camp German inflections.

When he is on, he is truly on, when he is off – changing wigs and suits – we hanker for his return.

Coogan makes the most of his audacious bid to match, and perhaps surpass, Peter Sellers – the film’s original star – as the country’s most admirable comic actor. Coogan gives it everything, seemingly understanding the weight of the comparison, even taking on a fourth role to top Sellers by one.

The production is not entirely successful. The convolutions of plot and language occasionally fall for their own complexity meaning the comedy sags. Too many jokes are aimless and dated. And the febrile pacing – one note, full pelt farce, major scene changes, and non-stop calamity – is sometimes too much and not enough at the same time, the cinematic ambition leaving the theatricals stuttering.

But the ensemble cast is uniformly strong. Booming Giles Terera as General Turgidson takes on Coogan blow-for-blow in the War Room set pieces. Mark Hadfield sprinkles baffled fun on proceedings as Paceman, and Tony Jayawardena gives Russian Ambassador Bakov some comedic heft.

The sets (by Hildegard Bechtler) are jaw dropping, the energy phenomenal and the laugh rate about as high as a B-52 over Moscow.

If Armageddon’s this much fun, bring on the bombs.


DR. STRANGELOVE at the  Noël Coward Theatre

TReviewed on 29th October 2024

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE MOTIVE AND THE CUE | ★★★★★ | December 2023
THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE | ★★★★★ | October 2023
THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF MUSICAL | ★★★ | March 2023

DR. STRANGELOVE

DR. STRANGELOVE

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