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Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons
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Barons Court Theatre

Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons

Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons

Barons Court Theatre

Reviewed – 9th May 2019

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“an unusual, darkish romcom with thoughtful messages and ideas to discover”

 

If we were only allowed to speak 140 words a day, who would we save them for and what would we say? How would we manage without small talk or singing along to our favourite songs? In β€˜Lemons…’ (not to waste words) writer, Sam Steiner, creates a stifled world of confined expression and prompts us to consider the implications on both a personal level and as a society. Oliver and Bernadette, musician and lawyer, meet in the romantic setting of a cat graveyard, fall in love and soon move in together. As the relationship develops, the bumps appear; she is jealous of his ex and he finds her work hard to accept. Sometimes they talk about it, sometimes they don’t. When the Government passes the β€˜Quietude Bill’ they realise what it will mean to lose what they have always taken for (140) granted.

Steiner builds the narrative with a string of short, non-chronological dialogues, following the journey of the pair’s communication from dreamy beginnings to when β€˜I love you’ becomes a habit. He suggests, perhaps a little unimaginatively, alternative ways they might communicate in the future and demonstrates how they waste their word limit as hurtful ammunition. The script is carefully linked throughout with random numbers referring to the daily ration and the β€˜Westminster’ theme clearly makes itself heard. But the action wavers between β€˜their’ story and the political outside world, not quite focusing on either and not reaching a culminating point.

The strong chemistry between Jemima Murphy’s precise, crafted acting and Charlie Suff’s natural stage presence engages the audience emotionally and director, Hamish Clayton, creates a cinematic effect, punctuating the fragmented scenario with choreographed set changes and accompanying lighting (Gregory Jordan) and sound (Charlotte Brown). However, the uniformity and repetition produces a linear form, lacking overall shape, and the constant soundscape (with the exception Madness’ Baggy Trousers) pushes the audience into the corresponding moods rather than being drawn in by the actors. It only becomes theatrically dramatic, apart from a couple of political outbursts from Oliver, when they decide to spend their last five minutes of carefree conversation telling each other what has really been on their minds.

Although it feels ironed out and in need of a few creases, β€˜Lemons…’ is an unusual, darkish romcom with thoughtful messages and ideas to discover. Less explicit programme notes would allow everyone their own interpretation of analogies as, in the end, more than a political statement about freedom of speech or the tenuous parallel of Brexit, it incites us to reflect on our own ability and fear of putting our hearts and souls into words.

 

Reviewed by Joanna Hetherington

Photography by Β Maximilian Clarke

 


Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons

Barons Court Theatre until 27th May

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
The Big Things | β˜…β˜…Β½ | April 2018
Owls | β˜…β˜…β˜… | July 2018
Sex Magick | β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2018
The Fatal Eggs | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2019

 

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Β The Problem With Fletcher Mott
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Drayton Arms

The Problem With Fletcher Mott

The Problem With Fletcher Mott

Drayton Arms Theatre

Reviewed – 17th February 2019

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“in the main, the energy and talent of the performers was this show’s other great strength”

 

The Problem with Fletcher Mott began its life at Goldsmiths College, and premiered last year at the Tristan Bates. It is being presented over two nights at The Drayton Arms as a work in progress, to garner audience feedback; this review is written with that in mind.

The musical is the brain child of Jack Miles – writer of the book, music and lyrics – who also plays a mean guitar in the wonderfully tight three man band. Music is clearly the driver here, and is, most emphatically, the strongest weapon in Mr. Miles’ armoury; there are some terrific songs in this piece. He is at his best as a composer in the high-energy numbers such as The Concept and The Power of the Pen, and he clearly relishes fast and furious W.S.Gilbert-like lyrical frenzy – present throughout, but particularly in evidence in The Headache, a herculean feat of articulation, splendidly sung by Lucy Ogilvie as Angela. The slower numbers are less successful, and the show really loses energy in the second half. The final three songs are pretty lacklustre and it seems a great shame to finish with The Apology, which is the weakest number of all.

The book is, unfortunately, a far cry from the standard of the music, both in terms of the plot itself, and the spoken interludes. The main character, the hapless Fletcher Mott, is not sufficiently interesting for the audience to be fully invested in; nor are the stakes of his situation sufficiently high. He is a non-descript writer, who fails to write a play; ultimately, what does it matter? The show’s padding consists mostly of incredibly broad comedy, which comes across as strangely dated in such a contemporary piece. Being asked to laugh at ‘yobbos’ in baseball caps talking like middle class academics seemed almost offensively retro, as did the tourists sketch. It all seemed faintly juvenile, as did the badly written swearing. Lines like ‘You’ve got a shitload of shit writing to shit’ brought the professionalism of the enterprise right down, and suddenly the cast seemed like a bunch of silly teenagers out to shock. It jarred every time, as, in the main, the energy and talent of the performers was this show’s other great strength.

Although the character of Fletcher’s inner critic was never entirely convincing, Rose Dickson sang with strength, sass and clarity throughout, and Hugh Train’s wonderfully energetic performance as Dan was a treat, culminating in his fabulous rendition of The Writer’s Mind in the second half. The ensemble singing was always on point, and all the performers fully committed to the work, which drove the show forward even in its duller or more ridiculous moments.

The Problem with Fletcher Mott feels like a talented musical theatre composer flexing his muscles. We will definitely be hearing more from Jack Miles, but Fletcher feels like a stepping stone. It might be an idea to collaborate on the writing too; to release a bit of creative control, allow another voice in, and see where that takes him. Watch this space.

 

Reviewed by Rebecca Crankshaw

Photography by Rosalind Steven

 


The Problem With Fletcher Mott

Drayton Arms Theatre

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
Are There Female Gorillas? | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2018
No Leaves on my Precious Self | β˜…β˜… | July 2018
The Beautiful Game | β˜…β˜…β˜… | August 2018
Baby | β˜…β˜… | October 2018
Jake | β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2018
Love, Genius and a Walk | β˜… | October 2018
Boujie | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | November 2018
Out of Step | β˜…β˜… | January 2019

 

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