Tag Archives: Lola Stakenburg

KINDLING

★★½

Park Theatre

KINDLING

Park Theatre

★★½

“sets up an interesting space for boundaries to be transgressed”

Five perimenopausal women trek into the Welsh woods to scatter the ashes of their mutual friend Mei, an all-too-young victim of cervical cancer. Each knows her from a different stage in her life – there’s a friend from nursery, one from university, from work, from her children’s school, and her sister-in-law. They are as different from each other as the contexts in which they met Mei, but predictably come together in the night of camping and carousing that makes up most of director Emma Gersch’s ‘Kindling’. Equal parts chaotic and joyful, this play fails to live up to its promising premise.

A thick layer of leaves and a few saplings fill the stage, with a large photograph of an autumnal forest as its backdrop. Abi Groves’ set is effective while not exactly imaginative, though it comes alive as the disjointed group of women flood the scene with their belongings – bags of distinctly varying types, a camping chair, string lights, a single tent, the all-important urn perched on a tree stump. The stage feels rather full, though this is not down to the set so much as the almost constant clumsiness that inexplicably plagues the characters that inhabit it, who are always stomping about, sighing, and fussing with wine glasses and blankets and maps.

Dissimilar as they are, the characters are all restless, big personalities, each based on time-honoured archetypes: vegetarian hippie Cathy (played by a particularly funny Scarlett Alice Johnson), savvy lesbian Jules (Stacy Abalogun), perfect housewife Jasmin (Rendah Beshoori), posh party girl Sue (Ciara Pouncett), and frazzled mum Rose (Sarah Rickman). Refreshingly, and true to the ethos of Ladybird Productions at large, we meet these women at a somewhat later age than we have encountered them before, but they are familiar faces nevertheless. The actors have good chemistry, but why the late Mei ever thought that sending these characters on a commemorative trip together would turn them into friends remains a mystery, as (despite what the plot tells us) they fail to genuinely connect in spite of their obvious differences.

One issue that contributes to this is the aforementioned restlessness that runs through the play, and finds its source in Sarah Rickman’s script. Not only are there almost constantly five women on stage at the same time, who rarely actually sit down to have a chat altogether, there is also a flurry of things happening: there’s a big thunderstorm, Rose almost chokes to death and later finds her dog in the woods, Jasmin gets shat on by a bird and accidentally kills it, and Mei’s ashes end up in someone’s hair and then everyone’s coffee, among other things. Kindling bundles all the worst camping horror stories you’ve ever heard into an hour and a half and, as such, becomes frustratingly one-note, with little room for the different emotions grief conjures. Additionally, many of the play’s jokes feel disconnected from its subject matter and some of the dialogue borders on cliché (‘But my nails!’, Jasmin exclaims, and ‘You know what, I’ve not laughed like this in ages’, says Jules).

That being said, the second act was much more streamlined than the first. The group’s conclusion that Mei was perhaps a bit of a narcissist was an interesting twist, though I wished that this realisation had dawned upon her friends more gradually and naturally than it did, and that the potential consequences of this insight had been made to feel more urgent.

In taking the bizarre premise of an ash-scattering, rowdy camping trip, Kindling sets up an interesting space for boundaries to be transgressed, unlikely friendships to be forged, and breakthroughs to be had. But unfortunately, its potential gets lost in the chaos.



KINDLING

Park Theatre

Reviewed on 27th October 2025

by Lola Stakenburg

Photography by Holly Darville


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

LEE | ★★★½ | September 2025
(GOD SAVE MY) NORTHERN SOUL | ★★ | September 2025
VERMIN | ★★★★ | September 2025
THE GATHERED LEAVES | ★★★★ | August 2025
LOST WATCHES | ★★★ | August 2025
THAT BASTARD, PUCCINI! | ★★★★★ | July 2025
OUR COSMIC DUST | ★★★ | June 2025
OUTPATIENT | ★★★★ | May 2025
CONVERSATIONS AFTER SEX | ★★★ | May 2025
FAREWELL MR HAFFMANN | ★★★★ | March 2025

 

 

KINDLING

KINDLING

KINDLING

HOT MESS

★★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

HOT MESS

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

★★★★★

“continually manages to entertain and surprise”

How do you fit humanity’s 300,000-year existence on planet earth into an hour? Jack Godfrey and Ellie Coote somehow do just that in their new musical ‘Hot Mess’, transforming the messy relationship between people and the planet into a toxic romantic relationship between ‘Earth’ (Danielle Steers) and ‘Humanity’ (Tobias Turley). It shouldn’t work as well as it does.

Steers immediately sets the tone with her stellar vocals as her character laments her ongoing singledom, having not found a species of ‘apex predator’ to her liking since the sexy short-armed T-rexes of millions of years ago. This anthropomorphic iteration of our planet is no ‘Mother Earth’ or mythic ‘Gaia’ – she is a millennial in a satin green nightgown with an endless stream of geological puns up her sleeve. Earth dances confidently around her stylised living room, an effectively layered set by Shankho Chaudhuri, complete with blue floors, green furniture, and lots of plants. In bursts Humanity: a white guy in gold-rimmed glasses and a sheepskin jacket, of course. Turley matches Steers’ outstanding voice as they whirl through an impressive array of musical styles. Co-orchestrators Godfrey and Joe Beighton have done a particularly good job of capturing the epic scale of this relationship in their pleasing electronic compositions.

As Humanity, Turley also stands out for his portrayal of the self-centredness, short-sightedness, and greed that leads to the inevitable breakdown of their relationship.

Intelligent and ambitious, Humanity’s quick development from hunter-gatherer to farmer to self–appointed architect-of-the-world is only possible because he has no qualms about exploiting his girlfriend, his ‘only home’, for her many resources (cue silly drilling innuendos). His adulterous trip to the Moon and unwarranted introduction of planes and cars, cleverly incorporated into the soundscape (Paul Gatehouse & Charlie Smith), drive Earth further to the edge, resulting in literal stormy weather, cleverly represented in Ryan Joseph Stafford’s light(n)ing design.

Naturally, the audience can see where the relationship will go from a million miles away, but ‘Hot Mess’ continually manages to entertain and surprise regardless. It transforms the climate crisis into a narrative of romantic fall-out so familiar that it allows the viewer to easily grasp some of the underlying issues that have caused it, pointing to humans’ essential solipsism and carelessness. In the end, Earth realises it does not need Humanity and kicks him out of her home, after which he finds refuge with a much more toxic partner, Mars. Despite that bleak prospect, you’ll be walking out of this show with a smile on your face.

 



HOT MESS

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

Reviewed on 22nd October 2025

by Lola Stakenburg

Photography by Helen Murray


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

LIFERS | ★★★ | October 2025
THE CHAOS THAT HAS BEEN AND WILL NO DOUBT RETURN | ★★★★★ | September 2025
THE ANIMATOR | ★★★ | August 2025
BRIXTON CALLING | ★★★★ | July 2025
THE WHITE CHIP | ★★★★ | July 2025
WHO IS CLAUDE CAHUN? | ★★ | June 2025
THIS IS MY FAMILY | ★★½ | May 2025
THE FROGS | ★★★ | May 2025
RADIANT BOY | ★★½ | May 2025
SUPERSONIC MAN | ★★★★ | April 2025

 

 

HOT MESS

HOT MESS

HOT MESS