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TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

★★★★★

Opera Holland Park

TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

Opera Holland Park

★★★★★

“Unforgettable and unmissable”

Writer, director, actor Tama Matheson specialises in transforming the life stories of famous composers into a unique performance piece. Last summer he tackled the life of Ludwig van Beethoven, bringing it to Holland Park in a sparkling blend of music and drama: a ‘highly polished jewel that reflects the words and music’ (my words – but ones that epitomise the general critical reception). This year Matheson conjures up the inner workings of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky with the same emotional gravitas mixed with humour and, of course, music. Bringing on board The Royal Ballet soloist, Téo Debreuil, he adds a further dimension, enriching the narrative alongside pianist Jayson Gillham’s evocatively reimagined interpretations of the composer’s music.

“Tchaikovsky: Child of Glass” takes its title from the name his nanny adopted for him, reflecting his sensitive nature. She felt that he could shatter at any moment. Indeed, in Matheson’s staging of his life, we wonder how Tchaikovsky didn’t fall apart into a thousand splinters at any moment. The performance covers his life from childhood to death from cholera (some argue it might have been self-inflicted). There’s a lot to fit in, but Matheson makes the epic intimate. He turns exposition into an eye-opening tête-à-tête. Taking on the title role himself, Matheson has the charisma and presence to deliver it with panache, personality, pathos and playfulness.

Throughout, although we are fed the details (dates, composition titles, names of associates, tutors, mentors, lovers, family members…), they seep into our minds almost subliminally. Suzy Kohane plays many of the peripheral characters, enlivening them, often in short bursts of perfectly timed acting and reacting. She is the mother, the lover, the sister, the nanny; the doomed wife and the nearly-wife. Each switch is subtle and, when not in character, she echoes Tchaikovsky’s movements while Téo Debreuil floatingly shadows them in the background. There are gorgeous moments, too, when Debreuil pulls focus, sweeping the stage with his balletic movement, choreographed by Stephen Wicks. At times, the dancer represents the closeted side to Tchaikovsky’s personality: the sexuality that he simultaneously fought against and embraced. The nature he could never deny but that made his life impossible.

Similarly, Oliver Holland adopts many personalities with a like-minded versatility; including Tchaikovsky’s close, lifelong friend Nikolai Rubenstein, delicately illustrating the strained loyalties and harsh honesties that stretched and challenged their bond. Holland also reveals a comic flare, particularly during a Pythonesque scene in which he unsuccessfully tries to recruit the young, uncooperative Tchaikovsky into the civil service.

But let’s not forget the music. Jayson Gillham opens each act, humbly taking his seat at the Steinway concert grand. From there he is in command. This is more than a concert; it is a beautiful amalgam of theatre and music. Poetic lines of text serve as cues for selections of classic works, curated with perfection to reflect and enhance the narrative. That said, we could listen to Gillham unaccompanied and unadorned for hours alone. Yet weaved into the narrative, it lifts our emotions to the heights – proving Tchaikovsky’s theory that music is the only thing that “makes us whole when we are broken”.

His was not an easy life. He possibly never found true happiness – it was a life of “harsh reality with fleeting visions of joy”. Fame was a Sword of Damocles. The more celebrated he became, the more the public scrutinised him. His marriage to Antonina Miliukova was a cover and a sham – Kohane gives a wonderful performance of the wife, deliciously and dangerously unhinged. Her insight, and her knowledge of his homosexuality gave her a precarious hold over him. The separation was hard but necessary and it triggered a temporary writer’s block. But “an artist cannot wait for inspiration” Tchaikovsky mused. “One has to meet her halfway”. Towards the end he accepted himself more, reflected in exquisite moments of melancholy and peace as Matheson slips into wistful nostalgia. It is heartbreaking and uplifting. “The child of glass must shatter” he proclaims. Debreuil dances to the swan song while Gillham plays the finale from ‘Swan Lake’. Matheson becomes the dance, the music, and is led away by the dancer. To an afterlife? We’ll never know.

One thing we do know is that we have a much clearer understanding of Tchaikovsky’s life. And his music. Matheson could easily carry this off as a monologue, but surrounded by Kohane, Debreuil, Gillham and Holland (even choreographer, Stephen Wicks, has a cameo), this is an exquisite interpretation. Virtuosity and passion intertwined. Many a time the action is interrupted by applause as Gillham closes a piece of music. Many a time we are struck with a breathtaking routine, a cadence, a line of poetic dialogue. And many a time we are treated to Matheson’s sense of humour.

Tchaikovsky was the first Russian composer whose music made a lasting impression internationally. We can see why. “Tchaikovsky: Child of Glass” will certainly make a lasting impression on anyone who sees it. Unforgettable and unmissable.



TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

Opera Holland Park

Reviewed on 13th August 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Rachel Medina

 


 

 

 

 

 

TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

TCHAIKOVSKY CHILD OF GLASS

THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518

★★★

Upstairs at the Gatehouse

THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518

Upstairs at the Gatehouse

★★★

“the sheer sense of fun ultimately wins us over”

There are little pockets of history that often go unnoticed until brought to the attention of an enterprising and energised theatre company. I, for one, was unaware of the true historical epidemic known as the ‘Dance Plague’ that struck Strasbourg in 1518. Judging by this current stage adaptation, the four actors (Caoimhe de Brun, Harrison MacDonald-Taylor, Sam Trotman and Finn Tickel) re-enacting the events are just as much in the dark. Armed with a basic scrapbook of archival material, they take creative licence to the extreme and “fill in the gaps”, as they repeatedly tell us – even in song.

The ‘Dance Plague’ was a bizarre outbreak of frenzied, uncontrollable dancing. The phenomenon began with a single woman – Frau Troffea (Caoimhe de Brun) – dancing silently in the scorching summer heat for nearly a week. Others joined in and at its peak over four hundred people were afflicted, many of whom danced until exhaustion, heart attacks or strokes claimed their lives. Speculation as to the cause was rife. Theories included crops poisoned by a hallucinogenic fungi, spider bites, stress related mass hysteria, overheated blood or divine punishment for their sins. Suggested cures were equally outlandish, but eventually the ‘choreomania’ subsided by itself after a couple of months.

The four cast members play an impressive number of characters, from a king to a street beggar with everything in between. It takes a while to reach the heart of the story; the narrative waylaid by the brazen artistic liberty the writers, Tickel and Trotman, have taken. The premise is that four musical theatre actors are holed up in a rehearsal room equipped with the title of the show, but little else. They are busking it. This quasi-improvised approach blends well with the self-mocking delivery that is often funny and always chaotic. Shades of Monty Python appear unexpectedly, adding to the silliness of the proceedings. The pizzazz of the performers has to be applauded, each a fireball of energy unfazed by the frequent prop and set mishaps and Harry Heslop’s erratic and often misbehaving lighting.

It is a tough act to pull off entirely successfully. It is without doubt an adult show, masquerading as a ‘Theatre in Education’ touring act. Littered with profanities, bawdy humour and morally controversial innuendos, the whole evening is presented in a consistently exaggerated style as though we are primary school kids with a microscopic attention span. With references to ‘Six’ and to ‘Hamilton’ we are told, at one point, that “history lessons can be fun”. Much of the exposition could, and should, be curtailed; while the repeated conceit that these characters are ad-libbing way out of their depth promptly loses its punch.

Tickel and Trotman’s songs are a mix of the inventive and the generic. With a three-piece band of keys, drums and guitar, the arrangements lack the drive of the cast, invariably leaving the actors to motor on with the musicians meekly following behind, the instruments lying too low in the mix with little variety or texture. A couple of numbers stand out. ‘Bottom of the List’ is a fun and clever number, and ‘The Priest Song’ allows Trotman to channel Tim Curry’s Rocky Horror campness – albeit in a cassock instead of a corset. ‘Dance Fever’, the closing number for Act One, is a medley of references that defies logic and formula but is a fitting showstopper.

The company are clearly enjoying themselves, and the sweat pouring off them by curtain call matches the sweat they have clearly put into the production. Yet despite the maelstrom of activity, there are moments when the piece lags. But when the momentum picks up, and new characters emerge again (how many can you fit into a two-hour show?) we are joyfully back on board. Fast paced and physical it sometimes trips over itself but, unlike Noga Gilboa’s cardboard set, manages to stay standing to the end. It just needs a touch more solidity to reign in the wafty tangents that waylay the flow of the story. Nevertheless, the sheer sense of fun ultimately wins us over.



THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518

Upstairs at the Gatehouse as part of Camden Fringe

Reviewed on 11th August 2026

by Jonathan Evans

 

 

 

 

 

THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518

THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518

THE DANCE PLAGUE OF 1518