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SHERLOCK HOLMES

★★★★

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

★★★★

“complex and baffling and very silly; but intelligent and supremely clever too”

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”. So says Sherlock Holmes, on more than one occasion. A phrase he uses when evidence suggests a scenario is impossible. All the evidence points to “Sherlock Holmes” at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre being one such ‘impossible scenario’; one that forces us to reconsider Conan Doyle’s literary legacy in a way that defies logic. What we witness is two and a half hours of barely controlled, but captivating chaos. Joel Horwood’s adaptation is very loosely based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s second Sherlock saga, “The Sign of Four”. The phrase ‘playing fast and loose’ comes to mind. The ending for starters – without giving anything way – goes off on its own radical tangent. Holmes (Joshua James) and Watson (Jyuddah Jaymes) are looking for a new case to solve, with little success. All the current newspaper stories are either too dull, or the mystery already solved. In walks Mary (Nadi Kemp-Sayfi) with the answer to their dilemma.

The adventure begins in India during the rule of the British Raj, shortly after the major uprising of 1857, where we are treated to a prologue of sorts that involves three British army officers, a native islander, a stolen treasure chest and plenty of double crossing. Years later, back in England, Mary – whose missing father was one of the army captains – receives a mysterious letter and some valuable jewels as a gift. She seeks out Holmes looking for answers and, without further ado, ‘the game is afoot’.

The turbulence of the ensuing mystery matches the tumultuous, dark clouds that hover overhead threatening to unleash their downpour and wash away any tenuous hold we have on the plot. But we cling on, not for dear life, but for the sheer delight in being swept along by the waves of nonsense, surrealism, slapstick and anarchism. Occasionally it is a little too much. Horwood, along with director Sean Holmes, have thrown a lot of stylistic contrivances into the pot and it seems, at times, that they’ve left it to boil over while being distracted by something else. But, like everything else in this production, it works brilliantly and unexpectedly. Comedy takes centre stage – there are many laughs – often at the expense of the characterisation which is sometimes a little off the mark. Lisa Aitken and Grace Smart’s costumes place the narrative in a dreamlike, music-hall-slash-circus setting, except for Sherlock who is dressed like he’s wandered in from a nineteen-eighties New Romantic nightclub.

Joshua James is channelling Rik Mayall for his portrayal of Holmes, although not so rambunctious as to overshadow the meticulous mind of the great sleuth. Jyuddah Jayme’s Watson is more of an equal than a foil, often in danger of being one step ahead. Kemp-Sayfi, as Mary, epitomises the damsel in distress, but only for a brief second. We think her life depends on the antics of the Baker Street duo; but think again. The supporting cast are all excellent throughout the incredibly fast-paced romp through the narrative and, against the odds, the open-air setting is used to miraculous effect. Escaped zoo animals invade the space; a hot air balloon reaches the treetops and even the tech balcony high above the seating is used – if you care to crane your neck sufficiently. Fire eaters and acrobats are not out of place amongst the ambitious staging.

The second act sees the surrealism take a stronger foothold, but we never lose sight of the underlying political commentary that Norwood emphasises. Mary is seen as a ‘threat to the Empire’; an immigrant at the mercy of a territorial judicial system. Beneath the exuberance of the play is a biting satire and its cloak of humour heightens the relevance. It doesn’t tell us what to think, but it certainly lays down its own views.

There is an irreverence to this interpretation of Conan Doyle’s detective stories, but embedded deep down somewhere, when you find it, there is respect too. We have been led into London’s underworld, but also into Alice’s Wonderland. It is complex and baffling and very silly; but intelligent and supremely clever too. Revolution and rebellion are often messy. “Sherlock Holmes”, in the open air, is a revelation – if not quite a revolution. Messy and rebellious, it is a theatrical extravaganza. And that, “however improbable, must be the truth”.



SHERLOCK HOLMES

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

Reviewed on 13th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton


 

 

 

 

SHERLOCK HOLMES

SHERLOCK HOLMES

SHERLOCK HOLMES

FLUSH

★★★★

Arcola Theatre

FLUSH

Arcola Theatre

★★★★

“Entertaining, funny, surprising and moving”

There is no shortage of information out there on the internet that helps answer the question of ‘why women always go to the bathroom together’ (I discovered this through transient research rather than any questionable curiosity). Top of the list is company and gossip, swiftly followed by checking appearance and helping each other with hair, make up or wardrobe malfunctions. It also acts as a confessional box. At other times it is the fear of missing out; and then the opposite – to break away from the crowd. A shelter. Occasionally it is a great way to get to know somebody better. Perhaps even intimately. But an often-overlooked reason is safety in numbers. Protection – for each other and themselves.

All of these, and more, are explored in April Hope Miller’s fast-moving and wonderfully constructed one-act play “Flush”. Set entirely within the bathroom of an East London nightclub, we get a thorough and breathtaking glimpse of lives falling apart, rebuilding, or both. Every pertinent issue today is touched upon including same-sex attraction, social media, drug addiction, eating disorders, anxiety, depression, cosmetic surgery, peer pressure, body shaming, underage drinking, motherhood, fidelity, misogyny, mental health, isolation, gender-based violence, abuse, verbal and physical assault… the list goes on. It all sounds too much – yet after a rapid-fire seventy-five minutes we are still left wanting more. It isn’t a feminist play by any means – the writing is too refined and mature for that. It is an often witty and sharp observation of ‘sisterhood’ in all its glory (and disgrace… in the best way possible); hilarious, shocking but also moving and tender.

Perhaps there are too many characters for us to keep up with. A cast of five are given the unenviable task of wrapping their hearts, minds and bodies around sixteen diverse women. Despite impossibly rapid costume changes it is initially difficult to tell some of them apart. But like a stranger in a strange place, we eventually start putting names to faces, and we develop sympathies and antipathies in equal number. Billie (Jazz Jenkins) is our ally. She is the outsider, trying to fit in, trying not to fall apart. Trying to understand what is happening to her and to those around her. Jenkins (the only cast member to portray just one individual character) gives a first-class performance, hovering between diffidence and daring, shock and disbelief, witnessing everything from behind a mask that is slipping rapidly. We wonder what is going on with Billie. Revelations, when they come, are delivered by Jenkins with heartrending honesty and natural, genuine emotion.

Meanwhile, all facets of femininity crash in and out of the cubicles with whirlwind frequency. Performed with an almost unfailing credibility, April Hope Miller, Ayesha Griffiths, Miya Ocego and Joanna Strafford cover a cross section of humanity: two decades of burgeoning hormones from teens to thirty-somethings; office parties, hen parties, first dates, last dates, reunions, coincidences, alliances and discords. They capture each character with emotional and practical realism. Ocego convinces as a sixteen-year-old before becoming a slightly jaded office worker in fancy dress as an angel for her insufferable colleagues. Strafford switches from the anxious and nervous anorexic to the closet lesbian (Hope Miller avoids the often dismissive ‘bi-curious’ label) with ease; while Griffiths takes authenticity to new heights with her stage presence. A natural performer, she is equally persuasive as a cocaine-addict or a mother, aunt or devil-horned temptress. Writer Hope Miller is a wonderful channel for her own humour. Caustic and funny throughout, her stand-out portrayal as the hen party’s maid of honour finds rich sensitive ground. The final scenes between her and Jenkins’ broken Bille have a fragility that belies the strength of the writing.

There are many more personalities that frequent this bathroom. Too many to mention. But amid the excellent performances, the writing itself takes centre stage. There are neat cross references to events, dialogue and characters off stage. Merle Wheldon directs with an intrinsic grasp of the text, ensuring the easy flow of the overlapping, yet clearcut, dialogue. Ellie Wintour’s set provides a realistic context – all porcelain and Perspex and neon lit graffiti – complemented by Yanni Ng’s sound, Aaron Miller’s and Rob Wheatley’s (Jacana People) music and Jack Hathaway’s lighting, that all slip into moments of surrealism, particularly when we start to get under Billie’s skin to see the truth.

“Flush” is a quite vital play. Entertaining, funny, surprising and moving. Hope Miller recognises the importance of laughter without diminishing the importance of what we are laughing about.



FLUSH

Arcola Theatre

Reviewed on 8th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Alex Brenner


 

 

 

 

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