THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY
Riverside Studios
★★★★
“It is an absolute delight to interact with all these characters”
The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is an alcoholic beverage invented by the ex-President of the Galaxy, Zaphod Beeblebrox, and is considered to be the “Best Drink in Existence.” It is said that its effects are similar to “having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick”. You can get one of these at the bar when you enter the mad-cap world of Arvind Ethan David’s adaptation of Douglas Adams’ iconic comedy science fiction franchise, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. You may not experience the exact side effects as described, but when you come out of the show your brain could well feel like it has had some sort of collision with a lemon-wrapped projectile. Early on, there is a karaoke-style rendition of the 4 Non Blondes song, ‘What’s Going On?’. Exactly! That very question is a leitmotif of the evening.
Adams’ brilliantly constructed odyssey began as a radio sitcom and was rapidly adapted to other formats, including a novel, comic book, BBC television series, adventure game and a feature film. The basic thrust of the story charts the (mis)adventures of the last surviving man on Earth – Arthur Dent – after the planet’s demolition to make way for a hyperspace bypass. Dent is rescued at the last minute by Ford Prefect – a human-like alien writer for the eponymous travel guide – by hitching a ride on a passing Vogon spacecraft (the Vogons, incidentally, are the ones responsible for the Earth’s destruction). Following Arthur’s rescue, the adventures begin.
Purists, and acolytes of the original, may be scandalised by the liberties taken in this stage adaptation. It begins faithfully enough, but the diversions and deviations stretch exponentially the deeper we drift into the galaxy’s outer reaches. But ‘don’t panic!’ (as per the guide’s renowned catchphrase), the journey is an absolute blast from start to finish. Even if we never reach the ‘Restaurant at the End of the Universe’. No apologies for a spoiler there. If you haven’t heard of it, or if you don’t know who Zaphod Beeblebrox or Slartibartfast are, or simply even where your towel is, then that’s your own fault. Where have you been these last millennia?
The show is an immersive, promenade performance that takes over the two main theatre spaces of the venue. Co-creator and production designer, Jason Ardizzone West, has transformed the studios into a whole other make-believe universe. Gareth Owen’s sound design whispers and shouts to us from every possible direction; while Aiden Bromley’s lighting, coupled with Leo Flint’s myriad and giant video installations, are on a breathtakingly astronomical scale. If you normally prefer to steer clear of promenade performances, fear not – the directorial team (Georgia Clarke-Day with co-directors Simon Evans and David Frias-Robles) ensure a seamless passage from space to outer space. Don’t forget to look out for ‘Marvin the Paranoid Android’ on the way – a brilliant example of Charlie Tymms’ puppet design. It must have been a technical nightmare, but this team have turned it into a technological dream.
The cast are all joyful and energetic, encapsulating their character’s particular personalities to great effect. Oliver Britten is suitably scatty and eccentric as the dilettante Ford Prefect (‘Dr Who’ casting directors – look this way). Robert Thompson’s Arthur Dent has the troubled demeanour of the constant worrier to perfection. Torn between his love for the planet and for his sweetheart (a wonderfully sassy Kat Johns-Burke as Fenchurch) he ricochets from crisis to crisis in love-sick befuddlement. Lee V G dazzles as the irrepressible, irresponsible, swaggering Zaphod Beeblebrox. Equally commanding, and majestic, is Richard Costello’s white bearded Slartibartfast, the planet maker, who is working on Earth V2, and who does a lot of useful explaining to any audience member who may be a bit in the dark by this point. However, even those familiar with the story may start to lose their way. The artistic license applied – particularly to the conclusion – does stretch the space time continuum. And the message is quite different, dolloped now as it is with saccharine doses of romanticism and greeting card platitudes. But we can’t deny the sheer upbeat positivity. It is an absolute delight to interact with all these characters; the major and the minor ones. The sexy Eccentrica Gallumbits has a walk on part in the books, but Briony Scarlett brings her centre stage. Andrew Evans adopts a forlorn yet metallic voice for the persistently depressed Marvin.
It is a rotating cast, so you may not get the exact same cast listed in this review, depending on the performance schedule. But I feel sure that any configuration will be as talented and charismatic as the next. The cast frequently break into song which, although unnecessary, is bizarrely a bonus. Other additions, that may seem odd on paper, similarly work well. An overt reference, or rather a homage, to Noël Coward’s ‘Brief Encounter’ is exceedingly cleverly executed.
You may not get the full story. And you almost certainly won’t get the answer to “life, the universe and everything”. But the answer is unimportant. In the books we never even learn what the question is. In short, so long as you don’t question “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” too much, you are in for a stellar and mind-blowing ride. Question: should you see it? Answer: an unequivocal ‘Yes!’
THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY
Riverside Studios
Reviewed on 25th November 2025
by Jonathan Evans
Photography by Jason Ardizzone-West
Previously reviewed at this venue:
DA VINCI’S LAUNDRY | ★★★★ | October 2025
BLESSINGS | ★★★ | October 2025
BROWN GIRL NOISE | ★★★½ | September 2025
INTERVIEW | ★★★ | August 2025
NOOK | ★★ | August 2025
A MANCHESTER ANTHEM | ★★★★ | August 2025
HAPPY ENDING | ★★★★ | July 2025
DEAR ANNIE, I HATE YOU | ★★★★ | May 2025
THE EMPIRE STRIPS BACK | ★★★★★ | May 2025
SISYPHEAN QUICK FIX | ★★★ | March 2025
