★★★★

“There are many moments of light and silliness in this production”

When Feste – the fool attached to Olivia’s household – hangs upside down from the rafters, crooning as though in an after-hours jazz club; while Orsino is draped across a grand piano ten feet below him, you know you’re in for a “Twelfth Night” with a difference. Feste is less the sword of Damocles, but more Cupid’s arrow, if only he wouldn’t spend so much time clowning around. Played by Michael Grady-Hall, he weaves himself in and out of each of the play’s storylines as though he’s at the circus. Even during the interval, he plays Catch with the audience.

Yet he stops short of making this the ‘Feste Show’. Directed by Prasanna Puwanarajah, this eccentrically stylised production reveals how strong an ensemble piece it is. While Feste feels the need to fix everyone’s problems, they all seem to be getting on with it fine anyway. And relishing the opportunity. The sense of mourning and melancholy that introduces the story is reliant on the music more than the characters. Whether it is composer Matt Maltese’s jazzy piano accompaniments or the imposing pipe organ that periodically dominates James Cotterill’s outlandish sets, the tunes and refrains are what trigger the emotions. Ragtime accompanies the boisterous, boozy, behind-the-scenes shenanigans of Sir Toby and company. The same melody, slowed down for the organ, reflects the themes of lost and confused love that the protagonists are grappling with.

Daniel Monks’ Orsino is a velvet-clad playboy. A bachelor who prefers others to do his lustful bidding for him. Continually rejected by Olivia, his heart’s desire, he conveys a parallel growing affection for Cesario, his newly acquired manservant (the shipwrecked Viola in disguise). The same homoeroticism is more than hinted at between Olivia and Cesario/Viola. Gwyneth Keyworth embraces Olivia’s contradictions: resilient and practical yet vulnerable and easily infatuated. Continually dropping hints that he/she isn’t who she really is, Olivia pursues him/her anyway, perhaps not really caring too much about the gender. Freema Agyeman is a striking and versatile Olivia. Forcefully charismatic and sultry, and also playfully swinging between offended gravitas and excited sensuality.

Samuel West shines as Malvolio, austere one moment until duped into shaking his tail feathers for Olivia. Hilarious in his stockings, garters and broad smile. Yet when the game is up, his final exit is ultimately moving. Joplin Sibtain’s Sir Toby Belch is like an untrained hound while Danielle Henry’s Maria is his handler. As Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Demetri Goritsas is an all-shook-up, Americanised mix of Stan Laurel and Hugh Laurie.

Puwanarajah’s playful approach often detracts from the true emotion, but our attention never wanders and, among the mix of styles, small details are mischievously slipped in – like “Chekhov’s tramp”. A wandering vagrant or police officer may cross the stage for no apparent reason. A painter and decorator will be seen working away on nobody-knows-what. There are many moments of light and silliness in this production. It is a play that sets out amid grief, mourning and tragedy on its stylish journey towards celebration and unity, with some unexpected steps on the way. Occasional ad-libbing, along with scripted anachronisms, reference the festive season. We leave the theatre with a warm spring in our step. A joyous and heart-tugging production.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

Ambassadors Theatre

★★★★

“Each bump, jump, scare and shock comes as a surprise in a perfectly paced and executed telling of the tale”

“As you enter, hold your nerve. As you exit, hold your tongue. Keep our secrets.”

The fact that we are handed a note containing a personal appeal from the writer to ‘keep spoiler secrets’ leaves me wondering what I can actually write about. Levi Holloway’s stage adaptation of the “Paranormal Activity” film (and its many offshoots and sequels) has enough white-knuckle twists and spine-tingling moments that, when taken away, leave just the bare bones of a chilling narrative scattered on the floor. It kind of makes my job easier in a way. The impact of this show relies on emotions rather than words and director Felix Barrett, along with illusionist Chris Fisher, tap into them like a sadistic surgeon’s catheter. There is the initial shock, followed by a tenuous sense of relief from knowing that we are, in fact, in a safe environment; surrounded by like-minded members of the audience. Often the gasps morph into nervous laughter.

I never saw any of the original film franchise, that featured the ‘found footage’ technique, whereby the characters are filming the story for themselves as they go along. This has been dispensed with for the live version (I think I’m allowed that spoiler?). Instead, the focus is on a normal couple. Two people in a two-storey house (Fly Davis’ set is a chillingly authentic reproduction of cosy suburbia, but with some dark corners where the shadows start playing tricks on our imagination). James (Patrick Heusinger) and Lou (Melissa James) have moved from Chicago to London, ostensibly to escape the evil presence that has been possessing Lou since childhood. They quickly discover, however, that places aren’t haunted, but people are (I am definitely allowed that one – it’s one of the shows taglines). Heusinger and James portray the couple with a naturalness and an almost humdrum domesticity. Until they are wrenched from everyday life into sleepless nights.

There has to be a reason for the supernatural goings-on. So, James brings in charlatan exorcist Etheline (Jackie Morrison). On this note – Holloway successfully slips in whisps of humour that, not just distracts from, but also manages to heighten the sense of impending fear. A sense intensified by Gareth Fry’s sound design and then taken to impossible heights by Anna Watson’s lighting, which are integral to the narrative. Watson paws at our senses, caressing the corners of our eye before plunging us into darkness or else revealing what may or may not be lurking in the corners of the house.

We are sometimes taken out of the moment by the trickery, and consequently wondering how they did it, but that is all part of the enjoyment of the journey. The story itself doesn’t require that much effort, until the final twists take our breath away. Teasers are continually provided by James’ mother, Carolanne (Pippa Winslow), who spends a lot of time at the other end of a video-call to James. When she eventually appears in the flesh, our own flesh is left tingling somewhat.

The four performances are quite outstanding, and give the impression that they are as fresh to the story as we are. Each bump, jump, scare and shock comes as a surprise in a perfectly paced and executed telling of the tale. I wish I could tell you more, but I’m minded of Holloway’s instructions in the press pack to ‘keep our secret’. So, it’s up to you. There’s only one way to find out. I’d urge you to… if you dare.

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TWELFTH NIGHT

★★★★

Barbican

TWELFTH NIGHT

Barbican

★★★★

“There are many moments of light and silliness in this production”

TWELFTH NIGHT

Barbican

Reviewed on 16th December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Helen Murray

TWELFTH NIGHT

TWELFTH NIGHT

TWELFTH NIGHT

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

★★★★

Ambassadors Theatre

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

Ambassadors Theatre

★★★★

“Each bump, jump, scare and shock comes as a surprise in a perfectly paced and executed telling of the tale”