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Burke & Hare
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Jermyn Street Theatre

Burke & Hare

Burke & Hare

Jermyn Street Theatre

Reviewed – 30th November 2018

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“A quiet night in the West End this is not. And quite right too. For what could be more festive than death, deceit and intrigue?”

 

Messrs William Burke and Hare have passed into mythology as notorious grave robbers who turned a profit in 1820s Scotland flogging corpses to medical schools. Tom Wentworth’s comic script revisits their tale, claiming to be an β€˜objective’ rendering, β€˜rooted firmly in reality’. But those seeking an authoritative retelling of Burke and Hare’s story need not apply. This is history played for laughs – a mission very successfully achieved.

Indeed, there’s frank admission of the history’s slipperiness throughout. The opening scene sees the actors in and out of character, clamouring to rehabilitate the reputations of their respective roles. This also serves as a handy introduction to this micro-cast of three.

Such lean staffing certainly leaves nowhere to hide, but this strong ensemble pull it off. Impeccable comic timing delivers laugh-out-loud moments, with Alex Parry and Hayden Wood especially effective as the dastardly duo.

Also strong, Katy Daghorn as, well, almost everyone else, at times comes off a touch mannered. As with all the actors here, her ready command of accents is impressive but her physicality can feel awkward. This is a small niggle, though, given the dexterity shown by this apparently tireless trio in what must be an exhausting performance.

The cast canter through a merry repertoire of Victorian Edinburgh’s finest. Indeed, real fun is had with the limits of a three-person cast in a confined space. One gag sees the cast stumped when they realise that, all on stage, they are without a corpse. Considerable charm is applied by Wood and a conscript found: sit on the front row at your peril.

This quip wears thinner in an extended sequence in the second half, but Parry’s shattering performance of every member of an extended family group is nonetheless impressive. This retold joke, though, perhaps eats into time that might have been better spent unravelling the tail-end of the narrative a little more; the conclusion is upon us with little warning and the outcome of the eventual criminal trial feels rushed.

Every resource is put to work to create atmosphere and place in this tiny theatre. This includes intelligent uses of music and sound, such as the metronome set ticking as we wait for yet another lodger to shuffle off this mortal coil. Mention must also be made of the cast’s really beautifully executed close harmonies, from drinking songs to ballads. Lighting, too, is neat, variously suggesting the fug of an Edinburgh street, a sterile anatomy lecture hall and the snug boarding house amongst others.

All in all, Burke and Hare offers surprising levels of merriment for a play about resurrection men. There is balance here – we’re given real menace leading up to and pathos at the death of one key player – but the night rattles along at a fair pace. A quiet night in the West End this is not. And quite right too. For what could be more festive than death, deceit and intrigue?

 

Reviewed by Abi Davies

Photography by Philip Tull

 


Burke & Hare

Jermyn Street Theatre until 21st December

 

Our review of the original Watermill production:
Burke & Hare | Watermill Theatre | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
Woman Before a Glass | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | January 2018
Mad as Hell | β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2018
The Dog Beneath the Skin | β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2018
Tonight at 8.30 | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018
Tomorrow at Noon | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2018
Stitchers | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | June 2018
The Play About my Dad | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2018
Hymn to Love | β˜…β˜…β˜… | July 2018

 

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Hymn to Love – 3 Stars

Hymn

Hymn to Love

Jermyn Street Theatre

Reviewed – 27th July 2018

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“she naturally embodies her physicality and vulnerability with an ease that allows her to take full command of the material”

 

Since her death in 1963, Edith Piaf has become one of the most celebrated performers of the twentieth century, and there has been no shortage of biographies and films and tribute shows that have studied her life in various forms. β€œHymn to Love”, by dint of being a pared down interpretation focusing on a particular moment in the singer’s life, succeeds where others may have failed in terms of clarity and believability.

β€œI’m singing tonight. There’s nothing else. Nothing but singing” says Piaf. We are in a Manhattan hotel room where she is rehearsing for her last US concert. But for Piaf the hotel holds memories. Eight years earlier she had telephoned her lover, the boxer Marcel Cerdan, begging him to overcome his fear of flying and leave France to be with her. Hours later she heard the terrible news that his plane had crashed. Marcel was dead.

Elizabeth Mansfield, who devised the production with Annie Castledine and Steve Trafford, does not attempt to impersonate Piaf, but instead she naturally embodies her physicality and vulnerability with an ease that allows her to take full command of the material.

The show is foremost a succession of greatest hits, interspersed with monologue that, by necessity, strays from the focus of her memories of Marcel Cerdan and drifts into the usual exposition of her early life, trying to connect it to the song lyrics. Although, refreshingly, much of the time it doesn’t feel like a monologue. Patrick Bridgman accompanies on piano and, without saying a word throughout, manages to act and react to Mansfield’s narrative so that we don’t feel like we’re in a one woman show.

Midway through the show we leave the rehearsal room and we are at the concert for which she has been rehearsing. The chat stops, and we are in full performance mode where the songs come across with greater authenticity, and we catch a glimpse of the real drama in Mansfield’s homage to Piaf. Fifteen of Piaf’s songs are performed over the ninety minutes, including the old favourites β€œLa Vie En Rose’, β€˜Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien’, β€˜Milord’ and, of course the eponymous β€˜Hymne Γ  l’Amour’.

But there is something missing. It is generally accepted that Marcel Cerdan was the great love of Piaf’s life, and that she would never really recover from the loss. She blamed herself for Cerdan’s untimely death and fell into a deep drug and alcohol-fuelled depression. It was all too much for the already fragile and tortured artist; and this is what is lost in Mansfield’s slightly unchallenging portrayal. She does not always capture the thrill, or the chill of Piaf’s persona: it is often difficult to imagine the heartbreak and the torment. Likewise, some of the English lyrics lack the melodrama inherent in the original French, so that what is gained in Mansfield’s hauntingly authentic interpretation of the songs is slightly lost in translation.

This is a faithful hymn to Piaf’s later years which needs, however, just a touch more dynamism in the staging for Mansfield’s performance to fully take flight.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Robert Day

 


Hymn to Love

Jermyn Street Theatre until 18th August

 

 

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