★★★★★

“Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair”

We all know ‘A Christmas Carol’ inside out – right? This production proves otherwise, reworking the classic tale of ghosts and greed into a spellbinding tribute to flawed humanity. This spectacular show marries the finest stagecraft with true Christmas spirit, delivering joy, generosity and – for many – a tear or two.

It’s Christmas Eve and miserly Ebenezer Scrooge scorns the cheer stirring every heart but his own. That night, the ghost of Jacob Marley, his long dead associate, warns Scrooge to change his ways. Three more ghostly visitations reveal Scrooge’s tragic journey from hopeful boy to heartless creditor, driven by fear and abuse. Can he discover the courage to love at last?

This adaptation by Jack Thorne (of ‘Harry Potter and the Cursed Child’ fame) premiered at the Old Vic in 2017, returning every year since. Its 2019 Broadway transfer was crowned with five Tony Award wins, so my expectations were high. And my, were they met!

Based on Dickens’ original novella, Thorne’s adaptation infuses redemption with real vulnerability. Scrooge is both humanised and haunted by an even darker past than Dickens imagined. At once victim and perpetrator, he emerges a richly complex figure portrayed with unsettling realism. His redemption arc isn’t romanticised either. After his Christmas epiphany, he rushes to tell lost love, Belle, he wishes he’d ‘done things differently’. Belle, however, cuts him short with a strikingly mature response: she’s content. Similarly, Scrooge’s manic Christmas party is transformed into a haunting provocation to follow through. It’s full of nuance and humanity, with achingly poignant moments that make me ugly cry more than once.

Under the direction of Matthew Warchus, Artistic Director of the Old Vic, and fluid movement by Lizzi Gee, unfolds a breathtaking ballet of people, props, and design. Staged in the round, the use of space is ingenious – aisles, auditorium and even air become part of the drama. Set pieces rise from the floor, lamps hover (or swing!) overhead, and every angle is considered. The performance is slick and seamless, each scene meticulously blocked and choreographed. Moments of stillness are chosen with care, creating space for genuine connection.

Christopher Nightingale’s Tony winning score weaves timeless Christmas carols and folk arrangements with satisfying ingenuity. Familiar strains take on new meaning: ‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ lands with knowing irony; ‘O Holy Night’ dramatically counterpoints Scrooge’s resistance to change. Perhaps my favourite element is the use of hand bells, their radiant brightness offering hope even at Scrooge’s lowest points.

Rob Howell’s set and costume design is breathtaking. Set pieces are revealed through ingenious mechanics, creating magical transitions. The immersive Christmas dinner is a theatrical event in its own right. Costumes use patchwork as a striking visual metaphor, symbolising life’s many experiences. Hugh Vanstone’s lighting design is a visual feast, deploying a perfectly synchronised array of lamps, spots, washes and effects. The lamp drop is a startling and spectacular masterstroke. Simon Baker’s sound design is superbly judged, creating a haunting and human soundscape.

This outstanding cast conveys remarkable warmth and depth. Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair. Rob Compton’s buoyant charm and sharp comic timing lift Bob Cratchit, sparring effectively against Hilton’s spiky Scrooge. Matthew Durkan imbues Fred with sincerity and steadfast kinship. Lauren Jones gives Little Fan a youthful vitality that deepens into poignancy; Tanisha Spring is radiant as Belle, her hopeful spirit evolving into movingly mature acceptance. Both skilfully display vocal brilliance and emotional nuance. Olive Mac Mahon makes her professional stage debut as Tiny Tim, drawing tears with touching honesty.

The Old Vic’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ is an absolute must see. Aside from its theatrical brilliance, it also supports people living in poverty today. Few things capture the essence of Christmas more powerfully than that.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL at the Old Vic

★★★★★

“an evening of pure magic”

You could argue (and many people do) that the run up to Christmas gets earlier and earlier each year. No sooner have the pumpkins rotted and the fake cobwebs blown away from the city’s hedgerows, than the festive lights are switched on and Santa dominates the shop window displays. We utter ‘Humbug’ in disapproval and complain about rampant commercialism, while inwardly allowing the child in us a little bit of excitement. There is always a watershed, though, after which we can openly embrace the festive season without shame; and over the years one of them has become opening night of the Old Vic’s “A Christmas Carol”. It may still be November, but the annual event in Waterloo is now as traditional as mince pies. The spirit of Christmas is officially declared in our capital. And Old Marley is dead as a door nail.

Tradition rules in what is a faithful, but inspired, telling of Charles Dickens’ ‘ghostly little book’. Originally written in five staves it seems to be inviting a musical underscore, which Christopher Nightingale more than excels in providing. From the opening (and closing) handbell ringing through to the filmic strings and reeds, not to mention the chorale harmonies of the cast – dubbed ‘singing creatures’ by Scrooge. The ensemble cast also double up as a kind of chorus, in Victorian black and stove pipe hats, giving us stylised and choreographed snippets of Dickens’ evocative prose to link the staves of the story.

Central to the story, obviously, is old Ebenezer Scrooge. This year John Simm wears the cloak with an easy assurance. Not so much fearsome but more brooding. Beneath the initial rancour, one can glimpse a sensitivity that Simm brings that could almost excuse his forbidding nature; amplified by the flashbacks to his childhood at the hands of an abusive, debt-ridden father (an impressive Mark Goldthorp, who doubles as Marley’s ghost). Forgiveness and hope are essential strands in the narrative, and we understand how those hard done by, at Scrooge’s hand, manage to keep hold of this precarious quality. Juliette Crosbie’s Belle encapsulates this with a sharp and, at times, heart-rending portrayal of Scrooge’s lost love.

The three ghosts of ‘past’, ‘present’ and ‘yet-to-come’ are more mischievous than menacing in their matching patchwork cloaks. With the quality of a Shakespearian fool, they each lay open the painful truth Scrooge has spent a lifetime avoiding. In Jack Thorne’s imaginative adaptation, Scrooge’s little sister, Fan (Georgina Sadler) who died in childbirth, haunts him as the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. An impassioned dialogue over Scrooge’s own coffin is a deeply moving moment. Our hearts break at other times, too. When Scrooge watches himself as a young boy he wistfully proclaims, “I don’t want him to become me”. A pause. “I want him to love”. Those simple four words are a pivotal point, the epiphanic moment that assures us he has reached the turning point. From then on, our own spirits are lifted to the roof; accompanied perfectly by the music that slowly swells from a plaintive a cappella solo voice to a sumptuous choir. Cut to black. A few seconds of pure and thick silence, and we are back in the present.

We are constantly and fully immersed in the story, whether sitting in the balcony, alongside the thrust of the playing space, or even on the stage itself. Director Matthew Warchus makes full use of the auditorium, resulting in a theatricality that cannot be faulted. Sparse yet evocative, we feel we are on the cobbled streets outside, with Rob Howell’s empty door frames made solid by Simon Baker’s ingenious sound design. Hugh Vanstone’s lighting is the icing on the cake (the brandy on the pudding) that adds the final magical flourishes. Simm’s transformation of character on Christmas morning is filled with a boyish ecstasy – a joy that we share watching this production. It is an evening of pure magic. Momentarily, the show slips out of character and flirts with pantomime – complete with chutes of sprouts and a low-flying turkey on a zip-wire. But the enchantment is swiftly restored. Joyous, evocative, atmospheric and spirited, “A Christmas Carol” is a tradition that has survived the past and will live long into the future. The Old Vic’s seasonal offering joins that tradition – and is the perfect Christmas present.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

Old Vic

★★★★★

“Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair”