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WATERFIELD

★★★★★

UK Tour

WATERFIELD

Chiswick House and Gardens

★★★★★

“Giffords Circus is many steps ahead of what you expect to see under a big top”

Having celebrated their 25th anniversary last summer, Giffords Circus have far from rested on their laurels. Instead, they launched into their first Christmas show in the Gloucestershire valleys before embarking this year on their most ambitious tour to date. Titled ‘Waterfield’, it uses the laurels on which it could be resting to form the basis of its current theme. Inspired by the beauty of the English countryside and the animal characters that have wandered out of this habitat into the world of literature, the ethereal magic that the circus is known for reaches new heights of fantasy and finesse. But this is no comfortable stroll through the hedgerows. You won’t be gazing at the acts through the privet leaves; you’ll be watching through your fingers a lot of the time. And as you leave, be sure to check under your seat. The stage crew are probably a bit tired by now of sweeping up the dropped jaws left behind in the sawdust each night.

Kenneth Grahame’s ‘Wind in the Willows’ casts the weasel as a creature feared by the main characters. Giffords Circus places him centre stage. Raf Shah (aka Weasel) holds court as the master of ceremonies; a touch sinister but oozing dark charisma. All around, the performers creep from the fantastical fauna of Takis’ evergreen set. Mists roll in across the circus ring as Ian Scott’s will-o’-the-wisp lighting guides us into the watery underworld. Shah recites Laurie Lee, Shakespeare and J.R.R. Tolkien, but can only go so far. Music takes over. The appropriately named Jenna Dearness-Dark weaves her beautiful voice around the narrative and underscores the acts, accompanied by the astounding six-piece Giffords Circus Band (The Grasshoppers), scattered among the reeds.

Giffords’ clowns Ratty and Mole (Stefan Swoboda and Olivia Louise Swoboda-Weinstein) carry the main thrust of the storyline, along the theme of ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again’. The ethos is followed through by the Addis Ababa Troupe: nine Ethiopian circus acrobats whose gravity defying act seemingly breaks the laws of physics. A touch too ambitious, they momentarily wobble but when they hit the mark the applause is thunderous. Before them, we witness the Cienna Sisters, dressed in emerald, who scale their aerial silks like praying mantises. Cassidy Grace Vallin and Sydney Carrera Wilson tread beautiful ballet steps high in the air, weaving themselves into each other in perfect symmetry. We forget the ropes are there as they suspend themselves, and each other, high above us. There is no safety net, and nothing appears to keep them airborne – except for the most precarious physical contact and an unfathomable level of mutual trust. Beauty and suspense unite to pause our own breathing.

The Jasters – the knife wielding Giacomo Sterza and partner Elena Busnelli – bring us a bit closer to earth. Busnelli, dressed in red (perhaps to camouflage the blood if something goes wrong?), willingly lets Sterza hurl sharpened blades towards her. Although unstated, there is a strong ‘don’t-try-this-at-home’ vibe going on here (as with all the acts). The band sing out the Bee Gees’ ‘Tragedy’ while the daggers fly. Thankfully the ironic prophecy is avoided. Jessica Sterza (aka Jessyka Jasters) is a slightly calming influence as she juggles carpets with her feet. Until, that is, she too rises into the air. Juggler Sonny Caveagna keeps his feet on the ground, but his juggling feats go through the roof. The inherent humour in the show can never disguise the sheer virtuosity. Even Ratty and Mole display highly accomplished skill beneath the tomfoolery. Maizie the Shire horse makes a brief appearance, with her unbelievably cute mini-equine companion, Tinkerbell. Keeping them all in check is Brian the goose (yes – we’re talking about a real-life performing goose here!) whose short moments in the ring belie a sense of self-importance.

It is no doubt a deliberate ploy, but saved for last are the Valencia Flyers – dubbed ‘The Hamsters’ for this Waterfield experience. Two giant revolving treadmills, connected by a spinning axel, are rolled into the circus ring. What follows beggars belief as the duo, Miguel Angel Hernandez Diaz and Carlos Mayorga Macias, look disaster straight in the face as they carry out an act which rips up the rule book of sanity and safety – let alone Isaac Newton’s laws of motion. You have to see it to believe it really – so I’ll say no more. The band subsequently launch into Madness’ “One Step Beyond”. Which says it all. Giffords Circus is many steps ahead of what you expect to see under a big top. It is sheer Madness too. A winning combination that adds to the magic of the evening. As we leave the tent, a crescent moon hangs in the night sky like an emblem to the fairy-tale we have just been part of. We are truly spellbound.

 



WATERFIELD

Chiswick House and Gardens then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 21st May 2026

by Jonathan Evans


 

 

 

 

WATERFIELD

WATERFIELD

WATERFIELD

STAGE KISS

★★★★

Hampstead Theatre

STAGE KISS

Hampstead Theatre

★★★★

“There are twists and turns as we are shuffled between ever growing layers of reality and fantasy”

It was the ancient Chinese philosopher, Chuang Tzu, who first formulated the ‘dreaming argument’, that goes some way to explain the unsettling experience of waking up from a dream and not fully knowing whether we are in reality, or whether we are still in the dream believing we are awake. There are quite a few moments in Sarah Ruhl’s “Stage Kiss” that provoke a similar sensation. Towards the end of her wry and unique take on the ‘play within a play’ concept, we begin to fail to tell the difference. It is a framing device that Rhul handles with skill, in the same way that she can combine making us laugh while we simultaneously question human relationships.

Inspired by her experiences as a playwright in the rehearsal room, “Stage Kiss” is a tribute to the acting profession, reflecting the absurd yet fascinating concept of faking reality for a living. It is also a romantic comedy. Set in an indeterminate present – though before intimacy coordinators became a thing – it focuses on two actors who have been lovers in the past and are now both cast in a play in which they must kiss each other repeatedly. They need to make the kiss convincing but at the same time they must maintain the boundary between their real lives outside the theatre and the emotional lives they are fabricating on stage. The added complication of a previous shared intimacy and heartbreak adds fuel to the already incendiary dilemma. The lines get well and truly blurred in Ruhl’s story of life imitating art imitating life.

Despite the premise; the writing, acting and the direction are all steeped in reality. It takes a particular skill to portray bad writing, bad acting and bad directing convincingly, without coming across as just being bad. Each department here are truly excellent. The first act opens in the audition room for the premiere of the preposterously written fictional play, ‘The Last Kiss’, before moving into the rehearsal room and then finally onto opening night. Blanche McIntyre directs with the sharpest eye on realism, matched by the cast’s unfailing authenticity and naturalism. There is deep affection for the industry that gives licence to satirise it to the hilt. Whether you relate to it as an insider or not, the comedy is perfectly pitched and the characterisation astonishingly accurate. If anybody stands out, it is Myanna Buring, who lights up the stage with her nuanced portrayal of the lead actress (simply referred to as ‘she’) whose foundations are shaken by the arrival of her leading man (the wonderful Patrick Kennedy). Rolf Saxon, as the director, brilliantly encapsulates the misguided and ineffectual earnestness of the fictional ‘luvvie’ world that these characters inhabit. It is sheer joy watching them murder their art, aided and abetted by Oliver Dimsdale’s cuckolded husband, and James Phoon as the out-of-his-depth understudy. Toto Bruin and Jill Winternitz complete the line-up, relishing their bit-part roles and drawing them into the comedy spotlight.

Whilst the humour is preserved in the second act, the tone shifts dramatically. Opening night for ‘The Last Kiss’ is done and dusted, the reviews are terrible and we are now in a shabby apartment. Onstage romance has overlapped into real life. We tread close to farce but, again, the writing and the acting are too fine to cross that boundary. Multi-rolling comes into play as Dimsdale is now the real-life cuckold and Bruin the daughter caught in the crossfire of adult infidelities; while Winternitz doubles as the wronged girlfriend. We are witnessing the aftermath. The real life. But like Tzu’s dream, we have to remind ourselves we are still watching make believe. Saxon returns as the director, with an even more outrageously bad idea for another play. There are twists and turns as we are shuffled between ever growing layers of reality and fantasy, in between which are surprising moments of serious and heartfelt poignancy.

Against the backdrop of Robert Innes Hopkins’ shifting and authentic sets, “Stage Kiss” is disconcertingly clever. It starts with a kiss. But that kiss is just the foreplay to something much more intimate and complicated. And brilliantly funny too. Just like real life I guess, if you’re able to tell it apart. But even if we are led to question it, one thing is for certain. The play within the play received terrible reviews. Ruhl’s play is unquestionably the real thing.



STAGE KISS

Hampstead Theatre

Reviewed on 14th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Helen Murray


 

 

 

 

STAGE KISS

STAGE KISS

STAGE KISS