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A CHRISTMAS CAROL

★★★★★

Old Vic

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 at the Old Vic

Reviewed on 20th November 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE REAL THING | ★★★★ | September 2024
MACHINAL | ★★★★ | April 2024
JUST FOR ONE DAY | ★★★★ | February 2024
A CHRISTMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | November 2023
PYGMALION | ★★★★ | September 2023

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol

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LA CLIQUE

★★★★

Christmas in Leicester Square

LA CLIQUE at Christmas in Leicester Square

★★★★

“the perfect Christmas treat”

It was twenty years ago today (well, give or take a couple of months) that David Bates unveiled his alternative cabaret show at the Edinburgh Festival. Although it has grown in stature and reputation over the years it has retained its intimacy and subversive exclusivity – as though it is still a naughty secret for those that are fortunate enough to witness it. Wandering into the Spiegeltent in Leicester Square is like straying into one’s own alternative wonderland – albeit sharing it with a thousand other awe-struck spectators. “La Clique” has attracted many imitators, but Bates’ ability to lure the cream of the cabaret and circus scene into his extended and eccentric family puts the show into a genre of its own; mixing irreverence, sexiness and mayhem with jaw-dropping virtuosity and derring-do.

For the opening night of its twentieth anniversary, there is expectation. A birthday cake came out and the audience were invited to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, but otherwise it is business as usual. In fact, in some ways the show feels slightly more restrained than its previous seasons. Its censorship rating has definitely slipped down the scale – you’d be blushing less if accompanied by your maiden aunt – and the variety seems to be getting a bit slimmer. It is more circus than cabaret now. But no matter. It still thrills and inspires awe, and the performers flirtatiousness demolishes any boundary between the acts and the audience. On that note, if you manage to grab a front row seat you could well find yourself on the stage at some point (take that as a warning or an incitement depending on your preferences).

The drama still weaves through the evening. There is no storyline as such, but there is a natural cohesion between the acts as though an invisible thread links them together. It is the camaraderie we are feeling, and we want to be part of the party. There are a few newcomers to the troupe, including the ‘dysfunctional duo’ (their words – not mine) Isis Clegg-Vinell and Nathan Price. What they do on roller skates is almost beyond words. The advice to remain seated during their act probably sums it up best. They later team up with aerialist Cornelius Atkinson. Solo, Atkinson has already stunned us with his routine, but the three of them together (under the banner of ‘Trio Vertex’) defy the laws of physics, logic, gravity and most certainly good old common sense. The beauty and the danger, coupled with the eroticism and the precision, is what defines the essence of “La Clique”.

Humour runs deep too. Florian Brooks has an elegance and a nonchalance that belies the inventiveness and imagination of a stunning juggling act. Complemented by his reluctant assistant, Bubbles the goldfish (go see for yourself if you think I’m talking gibberish now) we laugh and we gape in equal measure. Asher Treleaven, when not astounding us with his Diablo skills, ups the bawdy humour stakes. As much a comic genius as a circus wizard, his hilarious repartee alone earns the show’s 16+ age guidance. Just when our muscles are being stretched through laughter, our necks take the brunt now as we strain to gaze to the heavens to witness aerialist Miranda Menzies, whose glossy knot of dark hair seems to be the only part of her that prevents her plummeting thirty feet to the ground.

Danik Abishev also balances the risqué with the risky. And with ladders. Oh, and with fire. Even, at one point, using a member of the audience as a prop. As we watch his balancing feats, we are also wondering – and not for the first or last time during the evening – ‘how does he do it?’. Bayley Graham zips through his tap dance routine like a machine gun on speed, leaving us breathless while he still manages to flirt and sip prosecco with the staccato clicks of his heel ricocheting around the tent at an alarming tempo. Stalwart and veteran of “La Clique”, Katharine Arnold, wows, as always, with her sultry sexy choreography that ignores all dimensions of space as she shimmers up and down her silks (no – that’s not a euphemism; it’s a perfectly legitimate circus phrase).

In the past, there has perhaps been more of a sense of real danger. We are left with a tiny nagging feeling that not all the stops have been pulled out for their twentieth birthday. But that is no reason at all not to attend the party. It’s also the fifth year running that the show has made its home in Leicester Square for the festive season. “La Clique” is the perfect Christmas treat. If you’ve never seen it – see it. If you have seen it – see it again. It makes life beautiful for a couple of hours. And don’t forget to pick your jaw up off the floor on the way out.


LA CLIQUE at Christmas in Leicester Square

Reviewed on 12th November 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Craig Sugden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previous La Clique reviews:

LA CLIQUE | ★★★★★ | November 2021
LA CLIQUE | ★★★★★ | November 2022

LA CLIQUE

LA CLIQUE

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