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MRS PRESIDENT

★★★

Charing Cross Theatre

MRS PRESIDENT

Charing Cross Theatre

★★★

“exciting and compelling to watch”

There are a few key questions at the heart of Mrs President, a reworked and deepened version of John Ransom Phillips’ play, first presented last year. Who gets to control your image, especially when a visual representation is intended to enter the public domain as a painting or a photograph? Is the subject in control, or the creator? Then, once the portrait gets set in collective memory, can the real person behind it ever be truly known or understood? Questions for our time, perhaps.

Mrs President reimagines the story of Mary Todd Lincoln as a series of scenes set in a photographer’s studio after critical moments in her life – becoming the First Lady, the death of her son Willie and the assassination of her husband, President Abraham Lincoln. Shunned by society, accused of treason, and struggling with grief, she approaches photographer Mathew Brady to create a portrait that will show the world who she really is. But Brady has his own ideas and their fraught collaboration becomes a psychological exploration of truth, identity and agency.

Keala Settle plays Mary Todd Lincoln. It is an inspired piece of casting. Settle first grabbed attention in the film ‘The Greatest Showman’ when, as the bearded lady, she belted out the song ‘This is me’. As Lincoln fights for control of her image with Brady – Hal Fowler – that cry for recognition is at the heart of the battle. Although this is a non-singing role for Settle, she brings all the power of her voice and commanding presence to give us a towering performance as the misunderstood wife.

Fowler has a lot to do. Through a number of dream-like sequences and transitions designed to illustrate Lincoln’s complex journey, he takes on many parts, from the artist James Audubon, to the judge Marion R.M Wallace who committed Lincoln to an asylum as legally insane. As a result, his character as Brady is never fully developed, and he comes over as rather weak, which is a shame because Brady himself achieved renown for his pioneering work in the Civil War and after. But this is not his story.

The technical achievement is particularly notable. Director Bronagh Lagan and a very strong creative team work with a single-set stage – suitably enclosed within a gilded picture frame – using lighting and video projection to illustrate and support the narrative. This is critical because there are so many shifts and transitions, between characters, time, emotional states and narrative that the play threatens to descend into chaos but survives just in time – no doubt an echo of Lincoln’s life itself.

This complexity makes Mrs President exciting and compelling to watch, but not straightforward. I did a bit of background reading before coming to the show and some familiarity with Mary Todd Lincoln’s story definitely enhances appreciation of the nuances. In the end, as written and probably intended, the underlying question was never really answered. Just who was Mary Todd Lincoln? We are left wondering whether she even knew herself – and whether a photograph could ever show her, even if she did?



MRS PRESIDENT

Charing Cross Theatre

Reviewed on 27th January 2026

by Louise Sibley

Photography by Pamela Raith


 

 

 

 

MRS PRESIDENT

MRS PRESIDENT

MRS PRESIDENT

DRACAPELLA

★★★★

Park Theatre

DRACAPELLA

Park Theatre

★★★★

“The sheer joy that gushes from the stage, like blood from a jugular, soaks us to the skin”

A caveat: if you try to fathom out what could be the link between Bram Stoker’s vampire classic, “Dracula”, and the world of a Capella singing, well – there isn’t one. Nor is there, particularly, a connection between the original novel and comedy. But Jez Bond and Dan Patterson – the co-writers of “Dracapella” – have plucked out of thin air a way to blend them together, throwing into the mix the art of beatboxing. It sounds illogical. It could be chaos. It may well be construed as a gimmick. However, the end result is an ingenious reinterpretation of the story: relentlessly funny, extremely silly, exceptionally clever, and punctuated by some very fine vocal performances.

Dracula isn’t such a bad chap really. He’s just a lost soul looking for love. Hence the opening number: Queen’s ‘Somebody to Love’. The seven cast members are supported by UK Beatbox champion Alexander Belgarion Hackett (aka ABH Beatbox) whose vocal dexterity anchors, not just the singing, but the whole soundscape of the show. Hackett provides every door slam, bell toll, bat cry, body fall, gun fire, flesh tear, sea storm, gale blow, body blow, horse trot, wolf howl, chain saw. As well as the bass and rhythm section for each song. There is no denying the virtuosity and the precision. However, spread over two hours, the novelty value is in danger of being sucked dry.

What won’t dry up are the jokes. There are many, many of them, tumbling relentlessly as though a giant Christmas cracker shaped piñata has been beaten to a pulp and the punchlines have fallen, not onto the ground, but into the pages of the script. Don’t worry if you miss one – there’s always another hot on its heels. And many are repeated anyway – there are enough running gags here to enter the London marathon.

Joking aside, “Dracapella” is a real treat. Not exactly an obvious choice for the seasonal programming, but there is a pantomime quality that creates a delightful festive atmosphere. In this vein, topical gags are shoehorned into the text, as are the array of hit songs that often come out of nowhere (most of them dragged, kicking and screaming, from the eighties). But once in the music, the vocal harmonies are magical and mesmerising. We could linger longer but the sheer pace of the show demands that some numbers are cut short and the thread of the story needs to be picked up again.

Ako Mitchell, as Dracula, is seriously cool (i.e. serious and cool), with an ability to switch to teasing playfulness. Bizarrely we are rooting for him throughout. Stephen Ashfield has comic timing and precision to a tee in his portrayal of Harker, the hard done by estate agent sent to Transylvania to seal the deal with the bloodthirsty Count. His journey from zero to hero is uplifting, no more so than for his bossy wife, Mina, played with a deliciously over ripe grace and hauteur by Lorna Want. But you can see all along that she’s pulling our legs. Her best friend, Lucy, is hilarious in the hands of Keala Settle, whose glowing presence fills the space with warmth and humour. Ciarán Dowd is relishing his role as an eccentric (to say the least) Van Helsing, doubling up as Sinister – Dracula’s faithful and foolish lackey. Completing the line up are Philip Pope as Lucy’s stuttering beau, Holmwood, whose stumbling words take flight on the wings of his musical prowess; and Monique Ashe-Palmer – a vocal powerhouse from the outset. The entire troupe are all vocally talented, multi-rolling triple threats.

Jez Bond directs with a schoolmaster’s diligence (come on – we’ve got to get through this story before the bell), while still allowing his charges to have the best time ever. The sheer joy that gushes from the stage, like blood from a jugular, soaks us to the skin – and we are loving it. Admittedly, the stakes are never high, the story becomes drawn out and the ideas get mercilessly recycled, but we are having too much fun by now to worry too much about that. I could bore you with the song list (there are some fabulous reinterpretations of old favourites), but instead I’d implore you to go and find out for yourself. “Dracapella” defies logic. A monster mashup: melodramatic, musical and mad. An unexpected feast you can really sink your teeth into.



DRACAPELLA

Park Theatre

Reviewed on 8th December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Craig Sugden


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

JOBSWORTH | ★★★★ | November 2025
THE MEAT KINGS! (INC.) OF BROOKLYN HEIGHTS | ★★★★ | November 2025
KINDLING | ★★½ | October 2025
LEE | ★★★½ | September 2025
(GOD SAVE MY) NORTHERN SOUL | ★★ | September 2025
VERMIN | ★★★★ | September 2025

 

 

DRACAPELLA

DRACAPELLA

DRACAPELLA