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CEILIDH

★★★★★

UK Tour

CEILIDH

Shoreditch Town Hall

★★★★★

“Here on the dance floor, we come to know what it is to be fully alive”

Ceilidh deserves ten stars out of five. It is wonderful. This new musical by Scott Gilmour and Claire McKenzie is the perfect antidote to the twin epidemics of our age: loneliness and anxiety. Isolation engenders fear of others. Ceilidh is the cure. It works by encouraging the very interaction most theatre forbids. Strangers get out of their seats and hold hands, becoming one with the music and each other. After such a night, one’s faith in the simple goodwill of humanity is restored.

The story follows a family of callers, the people who teach the steps and keep a ceilidh from collapsing into chaos. Gilmour himself plays our narrator, the son and heir to the family calling, Ramsay. The show dances through the great Scottish traditions where ceilidhs belong: Burns Night, Hogmanay, weddings. At every excuse, the audience is invited onto the dance floor. Nobody is forced, but almost everybody goes. Drams of whisky are handed round mid-show, which helps. By the second half, the line between cast and audience has all but vanished. Making music together is a transcendent experience, and all too rare in modern city life. Here on the dance floor, we come to know what it is to be fully alive. We are not here merely as consumers or observers, but as participants and creators. One can sense the desperate, mass hunger for such experiences.

Director and choreographer Sam Pinkleton, fresh from the Broadway hit Oh, Mary!, understands that the real spectacle here is the crowd. Shoreditch Town Hall’s grand old hall becomes the village hall of everyone’s memory (set by Rachel Hauck, lighting by Isabella Byrd, costumes by Sarah Laux, sound by Danny Erdberg and Ursula Kwong-Brown). The production began at Pitlochry under Alan Cumming’s artistic directorship and played to sell-out houses in Baltimore. It’s easy to see why.

What Ceilidh has that most modern musicals don’t is really hummable tunes that stay with you. Gilmour and McKenzie’s songs sit comfortably alongside traditional Scottish melodies and dances passed down through generations, adapted for the show by the creative team (orchestrations by Claire McKenzie, music supervision by Kris Kukul). A tight band led by musical director Shonagh Murray on keys (Isis Dunthorne on drums, Maddy Salter on guitar, Johnny Mayers on bass) drives the evening. It is a splendid display of the vast, rich tradition of Scottish music.

Scottish ceilidhs are the human riposte to lockdown and to everything it left behind. Lord of the Dance and Riverdance took Irish dance to the world. I hope Ceilidh also becomes a global phenomenon. It deserves to. After London, the show continues to tour the UK. Go, wear comfortable shoes, and accept the dram.

At the end, the whole room stands in a circle, joins hands and sings Auld Lang Syne. Strangers who walked in alone sing “we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet” together. It is very moving. I wish them all the luck in the world.


CEILIDH

Shoreditch Town Hall then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 29th October 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Luke Dyson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WEATHER GIRL

★★★½

Soho Theatre

WEATHER GIRL

Soho Theatre

★★★½

“It has that kind of unhinged chaotic quality that has become an excellent currency for the funnies”

‘Weather Girl’, from the same producer (Francesca Moody) of ‘Baby Reindeer’ and ‘Fleabag’ fame, is a one-woman cyclone of unhinged peppiness and untethered feminine rage. And Julia McDermott, who plays Stacey Gross the ‘Weather Girl’, is increasingly engulfed by it, much like California itself, whose fires she reports on.

Directed by Tyne Rafaeli, ‘Weather Girl’ is essentially a 70-minute monologue charting Stacey’s psychotic breakdown. And yet, it’s hard not to identify with her derangement. As Stacey, looking like Elle Woods’ protégé, sips prosecco from her Stanley cup, numbing the drones of the male morons who surround her, her actions seem rather justified. The wilful ignorance of those around her abounds; no one respects her or pays her increasingly desperate statements seriously; the world is burning, and people are stupid: does her insanity not appear a hyper-normal response?

The weather Stacey reports on portends apocalypse, and yet, in the last few months in the real world, has become but more prescient. Her part of California, Fresno, is suffering frequent natural disaster-level fire, and drought is on the rampage. The feeling of divine retribution is explicit here.

Nothing about this production is erroneous or feels like a misstep. The staging (Isabella Byrd) is sparse, arranged with cameras and ring lights; it possesses a meta-quality. It’s versatile, complemented greatly by the lighting (and smoke machine) which manages to conjure pathetic fallacy at all turns– it is a show about weather, remember.

The lighting – with the aid of that smoke machine – obscures and darkens the stage as the show progresses, and a magical realism seeps in. I won’t divulge anything more, except that it involves a reunion with Stacey’s mother, who is homeless and usually high, but seems to possess a kind of witchy power that augments her vagabond otherness.

But despite its bleak messaging, ‘Weather Girl’ screams in dark humour. It has that kind of unhinged chaotic quality that has become an excellent currency for the funnies, especially when depicted by women.

One dramaturgical question did arise for me: having reviewed several one-person shows, I still question why? McDermott is wonderful, with constant command of the room, and working harmoniously with Brian Watkin’s nuanced script. But Aeschylus did introduce the second actor for a reason: I feel that rarely would a show’s quality be lessened by introducing a second actor. That said, whilst I don’t think ‘Weather Girl’ justified the one-person show, it certainly excelled within the framework. The Valley Girl accent does also feel a little akin to having pencils thrown at your face for an hour. But you soon get used to that.

‘Weather Girl’ is the kind of art that reaffirms that theatre is and can be polemical without being explicitly didactic or dogmatic. And the world is burning, literally, but just as much metaphorically. We should probably be reminded of that more often, because feeling untethered from reality is fast becoming a refuge of sanity.



WEATHER GIRL

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 12th March 2025

by Violet Howson

Photography by Pamela Raith

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

DELUGE | ★★★★ | February 2025
ROB AUTON: THE EYES OPEN AND SHUT SHOW | ★★★½ | February 2025
DEMI ADEJUYIGBE IS GOING TO DO ONE (1) BACKFLIP | ★★★★★ | January 2025
MAKE ME LOOK FIT ON THE POSTER | ★★★★ | January 2025
SANTI & NAZ | ★★★★ | January 2025
BALL & BOE – FOR FOURTEEN NIGHTS ONLY | ★★★★ | December 2024
GINGER JOHNSON BLOWS OFF! | ★★★ | September 2024
COLIN HOULT: COLIN | ★★★★ | September 2024
VITAMIN D | ★★★★ | September 2024
THE DAO OF UNREPRESENTATIVE BRITISH CHINESE EXPERIENCE | ★★★★ | June 2024
BABY DINOSAUR | ★★★ | June 2024
JAZZ EMU | ★★★★★ | June 2024

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