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CINDERELLA

★★★★★

Theatre Royal Windsor

CINDERELLA

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★★★

“magic, fun, spectacle and downright silliness”

If you google ‘key ingredients of a pantomime’ you get no shortage of search results. I shan’t bore you with the list here – you probably know them all anyway – but there’s a prevalence of the superlative adjective, “great”, before the word ‘pantomime’. So, what makes a “great” pantomime? The answer doesn’t really lie on your computer screen. It is currently to be found down at Theatre Royal Windsor, as their annual, seasonal event gets under way in the form of “Cinderella”. All the essential elements are there. And some more. Incidentally – before you go – check out the relevant page on the theatre’s website and have great fun with the mouse cursor! The Fairy Dust is sprinkling before you’ve even started hovering over the booking calendar.

Theatre Royal Windsor has been staging traditional pantomimes for over eighty years. Of course, the festive tradition is older than that, evolving as it did from Italy’s sixteenth century ‘Commedia dell ‘Arte’. Originally many purists dismissed pantomime as ‘illegitimate’ theatre, but that sentiment is met with a rousing “oh no it isn’t” these days. In fact, those words – along with the booing and hissing, the ‘it’s behind you’s, the ghost gags, the gender bending, the slapstick, the double entendres and the happy endings – are often most people’s first memory of live theatre. But there is no age restriction, as this version of “Cinderella” demonstrates with its overdose of magic, fun, spectacle and downright silliness.

Organised chaos is the phrase that comes to mind, albeit set against a precise and slick backdrop of scene changes, the pinnacle of which amazes us just before interval, when Cinderella is all dressed up and ready to go to the ball. I’m saying no more. But I’ve got ahead of myself here. Let’s go back to the start. First up is the Fairy Godmother – a fiery, versatile and extremely funny Hilary O’Neil. It’s worth going for her split impression of Tess and Claudia from ‘Strictly’ routine alone. Oh, and her pastiche nods to Catherine Tate and other such comedy icons, although O’Neil has the individual flair, too, of a seasoned panto-pro. All the eight lead players share the same gift for comedy and comic timing. This year marks Kevin Cruise’s sixteenth season at Windsor and his stage craft – as Buttons – truly shows, as he comfortably leads the audience participation and somehow manages to steer the wayward ad-libs back towards some sort of semblance of a script. Michael Praed’s Baron Hard-up has an understated, deadpan sense of humour oozing out of his pores as he continually mistakes the story line for Robin Hood. Steven Blakeley and Jeffrey Harmer are a hilariously brilliant duo as the Ugly Sisters, and similarly Jay Worley, as a charming Prince Charming and Robby Khela as a dandy Dandini make another dynamic duo. But where would we be without the title character? Brogan McFarlane is a cooly endearing Cinderella whose appeal and sassiness spans the generations. She is the adults’ heartthrob and the kids’ older sister, all in one.

An ensemble of eight triple-threats are ever present, virtuosic in movement and voice. Isabella Everett’s choreography is quite beautiful, verging occasionally on the balletic. The musical numbers are mainly contemporary but with a strong leaning towards the eighties. We do wonder how most of the youngsters recognise those songs. The four-piece band are in the pit, fittingly sounding like a mini-orchestra, led by musical director and multi-instrumentalist, Kevin Oliver Jones – who frequently feels the need to shield himself, with an umbrella, from the mayhem happening on the stage above him.

Cracker jokes, old jokes and bad jokes litter the stage – along with some extremely clever puns and risqué moments (which the youngsters don’t necessarily recognise). Emma Foltran has pulled out all the stops with a simply stunning, jaw-dropping array of costume (the Ugly Sisters come off best… or worst – depending what way you look at it), which are emphasised by Sam Wright’s luscious display of lighting. You really don’t need to google the ‘key ingredients’ of pantomime. They are all here. Director Charlotte Peters has had her work cut out keeping everything together, and also keeping this wayward, anarchic cast in check.

It’s advisable to take some sort of surgical truss to this show, as the force of laughter it induces borders on dangerous. A totally bizarre, unruly, surreal and extremely funny version of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ has us in stitches, almost to the point of needing stitches. And part of the beauty of panto is witnessing the performers have as much fun as us. For this is fun from start to finish. Like the stroke of midnight for Cinderella, the curtain call comes too quickly for us, but we’ve had our happy ending (no double entendres intended – honest!).

Don’t be afraid to indulge in the silliness. After all, this is a story that assumes that nobody in the whole of the nation has the exact same shoe size as anybody else. Oh, and definitely don’t be afraid to join in the singalongs, and the dance-alongs. Look out, too, for the many clever, subtle cultural references that writer Steven Blakeley has snuck into the evening. But you’ll probably be having too much fun. This is the perfect way to kick off the festive season. You’ll have a ball.



CINDERELLA

Theatre Royal Windsor

Reviewed on 27th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Jack Merriman


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

DEATH COMES TO PEMBERLEY | ★★★ | July 2025
DOUBTING THOMAS | ★★★½ | June 2025
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD | ★★ | March 2025
PRIDE & PREJUDICE (SORT OF) | ★★★ | February 2025
BOYS FROM THE BLACKSTUFF | ★★★★ | January 2025

 

 

CINDERELLA

CINDERELLA

CINDERELLA

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN: LOVE LETTER

★★★★★

Soho Theatre

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN: LOVE LETTER

Soho Theatre

★★★★★

“A truly magical, intense, joyful and passionate theatrical experience”

A bell tolls. Piano notes fall through the air, rolling down in minor scales scale, like soft rain on the streets of Soho, until they collect into pools of diminished chords. From the shadows, Camille O’Sullivan’s voice cracks, splitting the night with a raw beauty. “There’ll be whisky on Sunday and tears on their cheeks”. Half whispering, half screaming, she transports us to County Clare with Shane MacGowan’s ‘The Broad Majestic Shannon’. O’Sullivan is dressed in black, not quite in mourning but ragged, in ripped stockings and a shredded falsetto. It’s not a eulogy. She is pouring her heart into a love letter, written in song, to lost love. To lost lives. Particularly two of her close friends; Shane MacGowan and Sinéad O’Connor.

MacGowan’s poetic lyricism, in particular, forms the backbone of the evening. Stripped of the backbeat of the Pogues, the songs resound like hymns. “I want to be haunted by the ghost of your precious love”. When O’Connor and MacGowan sang this duet, it was a four-minute slice of upbeat pop melancholia, but when O’Sullivan spits out the words, we swallow them whole with the quiet force of their meaning. The evening is not just about the music, but about the words. And despite initial appearances, it is a celebration and, in her inimitable style, she also draws from her catalogue of favourites, including Tom Waits, Jacques Brel, Nick Cave and David Bowie. In between the songs, her mind flutters like a moth looking for the light. Her thoughts and recollections are fuelled by chaotic humour. She has definitely kissed the Blarney Stone, as she herself can barely keep up with the banter. But there’s always a point to which she is meandering and when she reaches it, we are jolted back onto her merry-go-round and into another beautiful song.

Camille doesn’t perform covers. She reinvents them. Reshapes them and turns them into a story. The prosaic original of Tom Waits’ ‘Martha’ is now a heart-rending ballad. Jacques Brel’s ‘Amsterdam’ is sung a Capella, accompanied only by a burning red light. O’Sullivan is a sorceress and enchantress. A banshee and a siren. Fierce and fragile. Feral – yet a glint in her eyes tells us that she seems to know what she is doing. But even if she appears a touch unsure at times, we know that she stands alone in interpreting other people’s songs like nobody else. Her voice catches, reluctant to leave her throat, but then escapes in either a rasp or a tender cry. Nick Cave’s ‘Jubilee Street’ and Kirsty MacColl’s ‘In These Shoes?’ have a raucous power, bordering on messiness. But within seconds we are plunged into Sinéad O’Conner’s gorgeously aching ‘My Darling Child’.

As she traces the whisp-like thread between the present and the afterlife, sadness and joy, mortality and timelessness, Feargal Murray is on hand to anchor her, following her with his accomplished and sensitive piano playing. From the music box chimes of Dillie Keane’s ‘Look Mummy, No Hands’, to a virtuosic accompaniment that propels the highlight of the evening: a searing medley of David Bowie’s finest. Camille cries and dances and sings all at once. ‘Blackstar’ gives way to ‘Where Are We Now?’. Despite segueing into ‘Quicksand’, the song, instead of sinking, builds and builds beyond expectation, Murray’s piano chords crashing like waves against the ragged rocks of O’Sullivan’s exposed and abraded vocals. The emotion is unmistakable.

Another pause, and we are drawn again into the bric-a-brac clutter of her thoughts, reflected by the stage setting. A cat’s head and a dog’s head watch from their mannequin bodies. A rabbit shaped lamp sits on a side table. Camille slips on a red dress – a barometer to the rising passion of her performance. She recites Shane MacGowan’s poetry. It is ‘A Rainy Night in Soho’, but soon we are walking the streets of Dublin through MacGowan’s words, inextricably linked to James Joyce. “One by one we are all becoming shades”. Camille O’Sullivan encapsulates all the shades of the human heart in her performance. A brief detour via Nick Cave’s ‘Ship Song’ (a staple of her set list) brings us to the plaintive finale. “And then he sang a song, the ‘Rare Old Mountain Dew’, I turned my face away, and dreamed about you”. ‘Fairytale of New York’ is MacGowan’s most overplayed composition. Camille O’Sullivan delivers it as though we are hearing it for the first time. Stripped back and bare, its tempo practically flatlining, there is a powerful calm. Never have smiles and tears been so beautifully merged. And thus she signs off her love letter. A truly magical, intense, joyful and passionate theatrical experience. She may appear to be perpetually close to the edge… but we are on the edge of our seats throughout.

 

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN: LOVE LETTER

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 26th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Vitor Duarte


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

JURASSIC | ★★★ | November 2025
LITTLE BROTHER | ★★★★ | October 2025
BOG WITCH | ★★★½ | October 2025
MY ENGLISH PERSIAN KITCHEN | ★★★★ | October 2025
ENGLISH KINGS KILLING FOREIGNERS | ★★★½ | September 2025
REALLY GOOD EXPOSURE | ★★★★ | September 2025
JUSTIN VIVIAN BOND: SEX WITH STRANGERS | ★★★★★ | July 2025
ALEX KEALY: THE FEAR | ★★★★ | June 2025
KIERAN HODGSON: VOICE OF AMERICA | ★★★★★ | June 2025
HOUSE OF LIFE | ★★★★★ | May 2025

 

 

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN

CAMILLE O’SULLIVAN