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The Crown Jewels

The Crown Jewels

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Garrick Theatre

THE CROWN JEWELS at the Garrick Theatre

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The Crown Jewels

“survives on the energy of its comedians, and the competence of the rest of the cast”

Expect to be disappointed if you turn up to the Garrick Theatre for an historically accurate show about King Charles II and the theft of the Crown Jewels in 1671. If, on the other hand, you are buying a ticket for Simon Nyeโ€™s The Crown Jewels because you know that several of Britainโ€™s leading comedians and stand up artists are in the cast, you will probably enjoy this show. You will then, quite rightly, be expecting an entertaining evening full of ad libs and dangerously outrageous exchanges with the audience. But let me give you some words of advice anyway: gentlemen, donโ€™t sit in the first three rows if you arenโ€™t sporting a well made periwig. And ladies, donโ€™t sit there either if your partner is even slightly prone to fits of jealousy. Donโ€™t expect to be safe from the castโ€™s attention if you splurged on tickets for a box, either.

The facts surrounding the seventeenth centuryโ€™s most notorious jewel heist are well known. But if you need a refresher, the programme notes for The Crown Jewels are well written and provide a wealth of background information about the main characters in Nyeโ€™s drama. The appropriately named Colonel Thomas Blood apparently hatched a plot to steal the Crown Jewels from the Tower of London in an attempt to recover his Irish estates. Blood lost those as a result of switching sides to support the Parliamentarians under Oliver Cromwell during the English Civil War. Hatching plots against the Crown was nothing new to Bloodโ€”heโ€™d been involved in severalโ€”but stealing the royal regalia was the crowning event of his career, as it were. If only Nyeโ€™s play was as well constructed as the programme notes. But The Crown Jewels is a shaky mash up in Horrible Histories, Blackadderโ€”and even Pantoโ€”territory, and weโ€™re nowhere near panto season in August. But perhaps it doesnโ€™t matter. The Crown Jewels has been created to provide a richโ€”seriously richโ€”backdrop for its comic stars. Itโ€™s difficult not to see the rest of the show as just adroitly crafted stage management of a complicated set with lots of changing scenery.

It takes a while to warm to The Crown Jewels, and this is mostly time spent trying to figure out the plot. The characters on stage bear no resemblance whatsoever to the historical figures they are meant to represent. But letโ€™s list them anyway. Thereโ€™s Al Murray, (of Pub Landlord fame) playing Charles II with a strangled accent, Mel Giedroyc, (Great British Bake Off) doubling as the Keeper of the Crown Jewelsโ€™ gap toothed wife andโ€”a brilliant contrast this โ€”a very seductive French Noblewoman; Neil Morrissey (Men Behaving Badly) as Bloodโ€™s co-conspirator Captain Perrot; and Joe Thomas (The Inbetweeners) as Bloodโ€™s son. Carrie Hope Fletcher is given the opportunity to show off her beautiful singing voice as Elizabeth Edwards. She otherwise has little else to do as the Keeperโ€™s daughter desperately searching for a husband, if only to avoid calling the Tower of London, home. The gifted Aidan McArdle as Colonel Blood has the thankless task of acting the villain, yet manages to make him sympathetic. Adonis Siddique has the even more thankless task of supporting Charles II as a footman.

But the real crown jewel of this production is, of course, Al Murray, doing his recognizable schtick as the Merry Monarch himself. There are lots of inappropriate jokes of all kinds, involving the newly discovered banana, to mention just one routine. McArdle really had my sympathy there. And on this particular evening, Murray set up a lively exchange with a couple of audience members from Australia (still undiscovered in Charles IIโ€™s time.) The Dutch also came in for a particular roasting, as the historical Charles was still smarting, in 1671, from a daring naval attack on London. One or two supporters attempted to stand up for the poor Dutch, and were ruthlessly put back in their places. Murray knows how to work his crowd.

The Crown Jewels survives on the energy of its comedians, and the competence of the rest of the cast. The set design by Michael Taylor (who also designed the costumes) is also competent, although not, strictly speaking, historically accurate either. But pretty to look at, nonetheless. Fans of Al Murray will enjoy this show. But itโ€™s not suitable for children, despite its similarity to panto. And The Crown Jewels wonโ€™t teach you much about the complicated politics and larger than life characters who really lived during Charles IIโ€™s reign. But itโ€™s an enjoyable evening in the West End, nonetheless.


THE CROWN JEWELS at the Garrick Theatre

 

Reviewed on 8th August 2023

by Dominica Plummer

Photography by Hugo Glendinning

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

 

Orlando | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | December 2022
Myra Dubois: Dead Funny | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | September 2021

The Crown Jewels

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The Glass Piano

The Glass Piano
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Print Room at the Coronet

The Glass Piano

The Glass Piano

Print Room at the Coronet

Reviewed – 30th April 2019

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“A uniquely atmospheric production; whimsical yet real, dark yet high-spirited, โ€˜pianoโ€™ and โ€˜forteโ€™ together”

 

The phrase that comes to mind after witnessing โ€œThe Glass Pianoโ€ is that truth is stranger than fiction. Based on the real-life story of Princess Alexandra of Bavaria, Alix Soblerโ€™s new play leads us through the corridors and chambers of her nineteenth century palace, and into the hearts of the characters trapped within its walls. The centrepiece is Alexandra herself who suffers from the delusion that as a child she had swallowed a grand piano made of glass, which remains inside her. Known as โ€˜the glass delusionโ€™, this psychological malady was quite common amongst royals and nobles of the time, before dying out at the end of the century.

Sobler writes with a skilled hand, lacing the text with her dry humour yet still maintaining the element of fairy-tale. Beautifully crafted it touches on the absurd; occasionally jarring but always enchanting โ€“ like a piece of music that breaks the rules of harmony with unexpected notes. Conversely, the four characters of the play are very much bound by their laws, trapped by their situations and prevented from fulfilling their dreams โ€“ of love. Princess Alexandra, who thinks her life will never change, lives in the palace with her father, King Ludwig, a failed poet, and her maid, the wise Galstina. But when Lucien arrives, initially to assist the King with his writing, anything becomes possible as he challenges the status quo.

Grace Molony is quite magnificent as the princess who tiptoes sideways through doorways, terrified that the slightest disturbance would shatter the piano inside her. Combining an inner strength with the fragility of her condition, she is constantly watchable throughout, and ultimately heart-breaking when she finally finds her own way to be free. Timothy Walkerโ€™s formidable Ludwig only glimpses the love that might be before retreating again into his stubbornness, shattering the delicate dreams of those around him. Along with Suzan Sylvester as the maid who never truly knows her place, and Laurence Ubong Williamsโ€™ lovestruck Lucien, the cast of four give spellbinding performances.

However, the second act does, at times, threaten to break the spell; and as it meanders fleetingly off course, we are not entirely sure what is real or imagined. But director Max Keyโ€™s atmospheric staging continually rescues us from the inherent difficulties of the script that defies categorisation. The end result is clearly moving and magical. An experience heightened by the presence of concert pianist Elizabeth Rossiter who sits at the grand piano throughout, punctuating the play with Gabriel Prokofievโ€™s lyrical score. Like the text itself, the fragile underscore verges on dissonance with something beautiful underneath. Rossiterโ€™s fingers move across the keyboard, careful not to shatter the melodies as the individual notes pierce like shards of glass. A more poignant soundtrack could not be hoped for.

A uniquely atmospheric production; whimsical yet real, dark yet high-spirited, โ€˜pianoโ€™ and โ€˜forteโ€™ together. Small scale but grand, this is the perfect piece of theatre for the Coronet – arguably one of the finest off West End theatres in London – with unarguably the best bar.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton

 


The Glass Piano

Print Room at the Coronet until 25th May

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
The Open House | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | January 2018
The Comet | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | March 2018
How It Is (Part One) | โ˜…โ˜…ยฝ | May 2018
Act & Terminal 3 | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | June 2018
The Outsider | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | September 2018
Love Lies Bleeding | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | November 2018
A Christmas Carol | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | December 2018
The Dead | โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… | December 2018
The Lady From The Sea | โ˜…โ˜… | February 2019

 

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