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THE MONKEY’S PAW

★★

Hope Theatre

THE MONKEY’S PAW

Hope Theatre

★★

“a script that adds in too many complications, subplots and locations”

My first reservation about seeing a staged version of The Monkey’s Paw, was that it’s not an easy story to adapt into a play. Iconic and chilling in its simplicity, the short story, first published in 1902 by W. W. Jacobs, follows an English couple, Mr and Mrs White, who come into possession of a mummified monkey’s paw. The paw grants them three wishes, but each with a horrifying catch. Their wish for £200 is granted through compensation for their son’s workplace death; his mother’s wish for him to return becomes a knock at their front door, with terrifying implications as to what lurks on the other side.

This play, devised, written and produced by Infinite Space Theatre, opens with that climactic scene: Jenny White, played by Josephine Rogers, clutches the monkey’s paw, desperate to open the door to her son; John White, played by Steven Maddocks, knows better, and looks on in horror. As the play winds back to the beginning, you wonder how Infinite Space Theatre, and director Leah Townley, have managed to pad out this straightforward fable about being careful what you wish for to the 80 minute runtime, especially with only two actors on stage. The answer is a script that adds in too many complications, subplots and locations for the simple, static set and limited props to handle, creating a sense of confusion that sullies the play’s potential to move or terrify.

It’s a shame that the action falls victim to awkward staging, because the set itself is original and well-designed by Hannah Williams, making great use of Hope Theatre’s small space by furnishing two perpendicular walls with the Whites’ washing lines and curtains. The sound design and lighting design are also well-executed by Peter Michaels and Alex Forey: the change in atmosphere at the paw’s first granting of a wish is particularly well realised, although it would have been nice for the knocking at the door during the play’s opening and climax to be done live, to add more of a meta creep-factor.

Other plots are weaved in to the original tale to add meat, including an alternative origin story for the monkey’s paw, discovered inside an anonymous mummified-child whose tomb museum archivist/supervisor John later tracks down in Egypt. We also hear a story of infant death from Jenny’s own childhood: both these additions are clearly supposed to augment the loss of a child at the story’s core, but just give the plot a cobbled-together feel. That being said, the latter is relayed with the most genuine depth and sensitivity of the play, and is Rogers’ best performance moment amid the overall impression that herself and Maddock slip into overacting in order to fill up the small space.

Where the play falls shortest is its interpretation of Herbert, the Whites’ son who falls victim to the paw’s cruel sense of irony. In this play, Herbert is a cloth baby who Jenny becomes attached to after losing two pregnancies, but it’s not immediately clear that boy isn’t real, given the symbolic way Jenny’s genuine miscarriages were represented earlier in the play. When she wishes for the boy to be real, he reemerges as a terrifying-looking puppet, taking a Chucky-style bite out of John’s hand, but otherwise remaining inert, apparently still not a genuine child. When the Whites lose their ‘son’, the prospect of his return, not as in a human corpse, but as a mangled cloth puppet, depletes the sense of horror that the story’s climax relies on. This convoluted change, as well as the awkward, overlong staging of the door-knocking scene itself, is disappointing.

Unfortunately, a bloated plot and some confusing transitions muddy the deep sense of parental loss and visceral horror of the unseen that makes the original story such a bitter and disturbing tale. Perhaps this production proves that ‘The Monkey’s Paw’, like the titular object itself, should be left well alone.



THE MONKEY’S PAW

Hope Theatre

Reviewed on 23rd October 2025

by Emily Lipscombe

Photography by Cam Harle


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

4’S A CROWD | ★★★★ | October 2025
FICKLE EULOGY | ★★★ | August 2025
855-FOR-TRUTH | ★★★ | February 2025
ROSIE’S BRAIN | ★★★★ | February 2025
PORT CITY SIGNATURE | ★★★½ | October 2024

 

 

THE MONKEY’S PAW

THE MONKEY’S PAW

THE MONKEY’S PAW

4’S A CROWD

★★★★

Hope Theatre

4’S A CROWD

Hope Theatre

★★★★

“punchy and parodic, mixing zany physical theatre with deadpan one-liners”

A nuclear bunker’s safe in an apocalypse, right? Right?! Not according to ‘4’s A Crowd (Or What Not to Do When Stuck in a Bunker During the Apocalypse)’, a fast-paced, farcical post-apocalyptic frolic where the only survivors are rich prats and a geezer named Phil. And someone already ate all the Wotsits.

Nuclear war hails the end of the world. Luckily, emergency bunkers have been built for the rich and famous – oh and Phil, a football loving, beer swigging bloke who wins a free ticket to salvation. As the ‘guests’ arrive, Gareth the grown-up boy scout and bunker master settles everyone in while they await transfer to a long-term facility. Only, there are five people in the bunker instead of four and two of them are called Rachel. Will the interloper be exposed? Will all five survive? Will they even want to?! Maybe there are worse things than Armageddon!

‘4’s A Crowd’ is the aptly named Fiascoholics’ (Max Burton, Tomi Fry, Todd Bell) debut play, transferring to London after a successful Edinburgh Fringe 2025 run. The tight, sharp script is stuffed with jokes, jabbing at elitism, classism, lad culture and anything else its permanent marker of power can get near (including “NHS workers, children and other minorities”). The five outrageous characters lend their own farcical flavours, mixing snobbery, slapstick, blokeish banter and punchy (literally) humour. The first half is well structured, setting up the daft dystopia and building suspense when they realise there’s an intruder. While the subsequent trials, reveal and squabbling succeed in spiralling into anarchy, the tragic ending gets a little lost in the froth, falling shy of the gut-punch it’s going for. Still, the Fiascoholics should be commended for such a smart iteration of a debut show.

Sam Smithson’s direction is punchy and parodic, mixing zany physical theatre with deadpan one-liners. The pacing propels you forward, almost never missing a beat (apart from the few times when lines and laughter overlap). There is a deft mix of machine gun-like dialogue and dance-like physical scenes, with the extended fight scene a particular highlight. Impressively well-drilled, cast and tech operate in seamless harmony.

The set design delivers a cheerfully dystopian tone, demarcated by biohazard tape and completed by a welcome banner with the words ‘baby girl’ crossed out. Sas Hughes’ lighting and sound blend perfectly with the action, bursting to life as each guest appears and turning the extended fight scene into a visual spectacle. The costumes, hair and make-up emphasise the characters’ differences, especially Phil who rocks up in an England football shirt even though the team’s probably all dead.

The cast sets a high bar for farce, exercising precision and control and avoiding complete chaos. Max Burton’s Gareth adds an especially Fawlty flavour, tearing around and bursting into tears before dropping stark one-liners and making a heart-wrenching decision. Burton fully embodies each moment and you end up really feeling for this quirky happy camper. Lotte Pearl’s Rach drips decadent disdain, sparring with Lucie Cooper’s loutish Rachel, who gobbles Wotsits – sorry, crisps – by the handful and threatens to befoul Gareth’s precious clipboard. Barnaby Evans’ Phil is a treat, switching between swagger and sensitivity and revealing a side we almost don’t expect. Todd Bell’s Henry offers more contrast, foppishly failing to win anyone over before revealing a dark secret.

‘4’s A Crowd’ is fiery and fleet, making me belly laugh even though I’m not the biggest fan of farce. The excellent delivery and slick writing put the ‘oo’ in doomsday, even if the climax isn’t a sonic boom. Who knew the apocalypse could be so fun?



4’S A CROWD

Hope Theatre

Reviewed on 1st October 2025

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Anna Clare Photography

 


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

FICKLE EULOGY | ★★★ | August 2025
855-FOR-TRUTH | ★★★ | February 2025
ROSIE’S BRAIN | ★★★★ | February 2025
PORT CITY SIGNATURE | ★★★½ | October 2024
THE LEAST WE COULD DO | ★★★★★ | October 2023
MIND FULL | ★★★ | March 2023
HEN | ★★★ | June 2022
100 PAINTINGS | ★★ | May 2022

 

 

4’S A CROWD

4’S A CROWD

4’S A CROWD