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TOP HAT

★★★★

Chichester Festival Theatre

TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★★

“polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes”

There’s a certain magic to old-school glamour and Chichester’s revival of Top Hat taps into it with style and affection. Adapted from the beloved 1935 RKO movie starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, this stage version is a well-turned tribute to the golden age of musicals – immaculately dressed, packed with theatrical flair and brimming with toe-tapping, tap-tap-tapping delight.

Broadway star Jerry Travers arrives in London to open a new show, only to fall head-over-heels for fashion model Dale Tremont. A classic case of mistaken identity leads Dale to mistake him for Horace Hardwick – her friend Madge’s husband – setting off a flurry of misunderstandings, flirtations and fancy footwork, from London to Venice.

Musically, it’s a feast. Drawing from Irving Berlin’s rich songbook, Gareth Valentine (musical supervisor) and Stephen Ridley (musical director) bring warmth and wit to every number – from the suave syncopation of Puttin’ on the Ritz to the dreamlike sway of Cheek to Cheek and, of course, the iconic Top Hat, White Tie and Tails.

Phillip Attmore steps into Jerry’s top hat and tails, bringing precision and considerable dance finesse. A seasoned Broadway performer, he’s at his best when in motion, whether gliding through ballroom routines or tapping with crisp, stylish flair. Vocally, he’s less commanding, and while his performance is confident and capable, he doesn’t quite radiate the charisma needed to make Jerry truly magnetic. Still, his polished technique and assured presence anchor the role with poise. Opposite him, Lucy St. Louis brings a graceful strength to the role of Dale Tremont, the fashion model who finds herself swept up in Jerry’s chaotic orbit. With credits spanning both London and New York, St. Louis gives Dale both sophistication and steel. Her voice is velvety and assured, her movement elegant, and her presence compelling.

There’s excellent support throughout the ensemble, who keep the world of the show buoyant and bright, but it’s the quartet of comic sidekicks who provide some of the most memorable moments. Clive Carter is enjoyably flustered as Horace, the increasingly frazzled producer caught in the crossfire. Sally Ann Triplett’s Madge, arriving in Act Two, delivers deadpan bite and terrific timing, arching an eyebrow with expert precision and adding sharp wit to every droll aside. Their duet Outside of That, I Love You is a particular highlight. James Clyde, as Horace’s solemnly inventive butler Bates, and Alex Gibson-Giorgio, as the exuberantly ridiculous designer Alberto Beddini, lean fully – and delightfully – into their comic types. Their performances don’t just flirt with over-the-top – they leap right over it, yet remain infectious and full of fun. Between them, it’s a toss-up who steals more scenes, though Gibson-Giorgio’s Latins Know How may just tip the balance.

Kathleen Marshall directs and choreographs with clarity and style. Her routines – from sweeping ballroom numbers to crisp ensemble tap – are stylish and deftly handled, if occasionally hemmed in by the physical limits of the stage. The pacing keeps the farce buoyant and the storytelling is clear, even if some of the romantic ideas feel a little dusty by today’s standards.

The production looks stunning. Peter McKintosh’s set is framed by a sweeping illuminated Art Deco arch and anchored by a semi-circular revolve that shifts locations smoothly – from sleek hotel lobbies to the canals of Venice. It’s a smart, fluid design that keeps the action moving and always gives the eye something pleasing to settle on. Tim Mitchell’s lighting adds lustre and atmosphere throughout.

Costumes, also by McKintosh with Yvonne Milnes, are a triumph. The daywear is chic and sharply tailored, capturing the elegance of the era. Dale’s “designed by Beddini” gowns shimmer with 1930s fantasy, while the revue costumes for Jerry’s show add a burst of colour and pizzazz, nodding to vintage showbiz spectacle with theatrical flair.

In the end, Top Hat doesn’t quite dazzle from start to finish, but it’s polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes — a thoroughly enjoyable evening of nostalgic escapism.

 



TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

Reviewed on 24th July 2025

by Ellen Cheshire

Photography by Johan Persson

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR | ★★★★ | May 2025
THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE | ★★★½ | January 2025
REDLANDS | ★★★★ | September 2024

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The Choir of Man

The Choir of Man

★★★★

Arts Theatre

THE CHOIR OF MAN at the Arts Theatre

★★★★

 

Choir of Man

“we leave with music in our hearts and a smile on our face”

 

The immediate sensation on walking into the Arts Theatre is one of nostalgia. Almost a yearning, for what is a rapidly disappearing institution: the local pub. The sticky floor, familiar faces. Beer mats on the tables instead of menus. No wine list. No cocktails. Just beer taps and bonhomie. “Welcome to the Jungle”. It’s an odd choice of name for a traditionally English (or is it Irish?) pub. But the regulars have probably just adopted the title in homage to Bon Jovi who provides the opening number to this exuberantly brilliant musical tribute, jukebox, concert, mash-up.

It is all very manufactured, but we soon forgive and forget as we are swept along in the flow of spilt beer and emotions. Our host is slam poet Ben Norris who guides us through the self-penned narrative. “We’re not here to tell a story” he announces, which is good counsel because there isn’t one. “We’re here to give each of us life”. Which is even better. The life and energy that every cast member brings to the stage defines, if not eclipses, our idea of a ‘bloody good night out’.

The choice of songs might sometimes be suspect, but the arrangements, courtesy of musical supervisor, vocal arranger and orchestrator Jack Blume, are captivating. Rousing anthems rub shoulders with stripped back a Capella moments. The synthetic seriousness of the lyrics is either lampooned or embraced depending on the personality of the singer. Occasionally schmaltz does gain the upper hand, but it can’t sustain itself. Humour intervenes, and a natural showmanship that is simultaneously virtuosic and blokey. Freddie Huddleston’s choreography belies its inventive precision with spontaneity and spirit.

With no story to follow we are left to wallow in the glorious performances. Whether this is deliberate or not is unclear, but it is in song that the personalities shine. Norris introduces us to the stock characters: the beast, the romantic; the hardman and the barman. The joker and the bore, and so on. But they are sketches until the music starts. Michael Baxter, as the maestro, gives a wonderfully playful and skilful rendition of The Proclaimers’ ‘I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)’ while Jordan Oliver’s handyman persona tap dances furiously through Paul Simon’s ‘Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover’. Adele’s ‘Hello’ finally gets the poignancy it deserves, very cleverly set against the backdrop of the boys watching the football on the pub TV screen. Norris raises the hair on our necks with Luther Vandross’ ‘Dance with my Father’.

The overall message, if there is one, is of the importance of human connection. It presupposes that it is a dying art and much of the blame is put on lockdown. It is part fantasy in that it solicits a world that was better without qualification. But that’s nostalgia for you – it ain’t what it used to be. If you can ignore the various platitudes (‘home is where the heart is… but what if your heart is all over the place?’) “The Choir of Man” is a stunning musical show. And rightly so the crowd were on their feet before too long. It’s heartening to see a production like this make it into the West End, but there is also the feeling that it yearns to get back to its roots. Back to the Fringe. Back to the pub. One of the most moving moments was when the microphones were switched off for a folk finale. “So, fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be to you all”.

The ninety minutes spent in the company of “The Choir of Man” has been overflowing with joy. It’s closing time, and we leave with music in our hearts and a smile on our face. And with the knowledge that, should we wish it, it will be opening time again tomorrow.

 

Reviewed on 13th October 2022

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by The Other Richard

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

 

The Choir of Man | ★★★★★ | November 2021

 

 

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