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DR DOLITTLE KILLS A MAN (AND READS EXTRACTS FROM HIS NEW BOOK)

★★★

Museum of Comedy

DR DOLITTLE KILLS A MAN (AND READS EXTRACTS FROM HIS NEW BOOK) at the Museum of Comedy

★★★

“We’re in the land of the surreal, where nothing makes sense until it suddenly does”

His name is Dolittle, Dr John Dolittle, sweaty adventurer, animal linguist and hyper-animated Oxford don. Remember him? He was played by Eddie Murphy in the movies (which he hates).

He wants to share his secrets, read from his new book, take your questions, sell you merch, take you places and have a laugh.

Aidan Pittman performs this genial boffin (yes, we’re firmly in boffin land) and he’s good company. Likeable. Energetic. Busy. He can do quips. He can send himself up. He can fall down. He can riff with the crowd. He lives on that thin sliver of zany that is full of hysterical glee.

The compact Museum of Comedy already resembles an Anderson bomb shelter, so his surreal capers are the perfect fit – straight out of a 1940s derring-do radio show, with something of The Goons in the mix.

After the whirlwind introduction, a debrief on his tricks of the trade (so we can speak mouse), we’re off. The spine of this show – directed by co-writer Hudson Hughes – is his new book. Dolittle plucks a tale at random – some silliness involving a large ruby – and he lets his imagination run riot.

Fun back projection graphics pick out his route across the map Indiana Jones style and we get to trot the globe with our amiable guide on this tiny, tiny stage. He meets his wondrous pals, like the wise old tortoise which makes for good eating. And nasty villains, like the camp Nazi Puffin that Dolittle wants to boot like a rugby ball.

Throughout all this, Pittman carries with him a Greg Davies air of scornful surprise, as if the world can only possibly make sense on his terms.

Halfway in and he can’t stop now because he’s all fired up. He’s the kid on the school coach who drank too many Fruit Shoots, bouncing off the ceiling and endlessly distracted by shiny things. He’s the funny twerp, the galumphing buffoon.

What does it all mean though? What’s the Fountain of Evolution? Why was Charles Darwin so angry? And why is Curious George less inquisitive these days, with no interest in much except for cleaning glasses in his film noir bar?

Well, if that’s what’s bothering you – plot integrity, character growth – you’re in the wrong show, pal. We’re in the land of the surreal, where nothing makes sense until it suddenly does. And that’s the sign you’ve fully arrived in his world. It’s a happy place. Go there.

What a pure hit of giddy fun.


DR DOLITTLE KILLS A MAN (AND READS EXTRACTS FROM HIS NEW BOOK) at the Museum of Comedy

Reviewed on 11th October 2024

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Hudson Hughes

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

CHRISTIAN DART: BIGGER THAN THE CHRISTMAS TURKEY | ★★★★ | June 2024
THEATRESPORTS | ★★★★ | August 2023
KATE-LOIS ELLIOTT: GENTRIF*CKED | ★★★ | August 2023
ASHLEY BARNHILL: TEXAS TITANIUM | ★★★★ | August 2023

DR DOLITTLE KILLS A MAN

DR DOLITTLE KILLS A MAN

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THE LEHMAN TRILOGY

★★★★★

Gillian Lynne Theatre

THE LEHMAN TRILOGY at the Gillian Lynne Theatre

★★★★★

“a towering study of human drives, frailties, venality and, yes, exuberance”

On September 15, 2008, something was stirring. I went to the window of my Canary Wharf office and peered down to see an ant trail of sacked Lehman Bros workers trooping from 25 Bank Street, carrying storage boxes full of BlackBerries, Rolodexes, picture frames and trophies.

Wall Street’s fourth largest investment bank had collapsed. The first domino had fallen. The credit crunch had arrived.

A few months later I looked out of another Docklands window to see, rather incongruously, President Barack Obama step out to join an emergency meeting of the G20 at Excel London. There, world leaders would devise a punishing solution that would bring about austerity, Brexit, and the rise of the populist right.

How did we get here? How did the bankers topple the world and walk away scot free?

Who are these people? What is their nature?

To answer that question, director Sam Mendes takes the long view and, in doing so, compiles a towering study of human drives, frailties, venality and, yes, exuberance. He also manages to capture, almost by accident, the story of money and the story of America. His touch is light and impeccable, and the results are truly astonishing.

In The Lehman Trilogy, Es Devlin’s stage design, a rotating cube, is monochromatic and stark, all glass and steel, with a screen backdrop that provides the sweeping epic with a suitable sense of cinematic grandeur.

Those bankers’ boxes too, now icons of the crisis, litter the stage, linking past and present. Boxes everywhere, stacked and restacked like a child’s toy blocks on the neatly revolving stage. Everything is kinetic, structured and measured with geometric precision.

Three actors – John Heffernan, Aaron Krohn and Howard W Overshown – initially play the Lehman brothers but eventually everyone else in this sprawling tale. They take us on a journey which starts with three penniless Jewish immigrants selling cloth in a small shop in Montgomery, Alabama in 1844, and ends in the high-rolling and blinkered C-suites of New York on that fateful September day.

From Bavaria to the boardroom, we come to understand how ambition slowly calcifies into greed which hardens further into self-serving indifference. But, remarkably, in this retelling, there is no judgement, no polemic, just acute observations of human foibles.

The three actors play the brothers and their families deftly and with relish. Heffernan is a phenomenon, a marvel, by turns twinkle-eyed and twitchy. Overshown is immense. Krohn’s succession of coquettish female suitors is a delight. For all its serious purpose, the play is a hoot.

The script, by Stefano Massini, adapted by Ben Power has a journalistic hunger for story-telling, for the engaging hook, for gossip – and generations of Lehmans offer up more than their fair share of material, surviving fire, war, technology and the Great Depression and always, always making money.

What an immense achievement.

When the story of capitalism comes to be told as history, The Lehman Trilogy may well be a defining text, capturing all the dazzling allure and catastrophic folly of that very human endeavour.

The value of stocks may rise and fall – but this production? Pure gold. Buy! Buy! Buy!


THE LEHMAN TRILOGY at the Gillian Lynne Theatre

Reviewed on 9th October 2024

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Mark Douet

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

STANDING AT THE SKY’S EDGE | ★★★★★ | February 2024
THE LEHMAN TRILOGY | ★★★★★ | February 2023
THE LION, THE WITCH & THE WARDROBE | ★★★★★ | July 2022
CINDERELLA | ★★★★★ | August 2021

THE LEHMAN TRILOGY

THE LEHMAN TRILOGY

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