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CHOIR BOY

★★★★

Theatre Royal Stratford East

CHOIR BOY

Theatre Royal Stratford East

★★★★

“The dialogue crackles with energy and drama, with each performer wearing their personality with complete conviction”

Tarell Alvin McCraney’s 2012 play “Choir Boy” is essentially a coming-of-age story set in a select boarding school for boys which tackles the themes of bullying, identity, sexuality and cultural history that we have come to expect. But McCraney delves deeper than this, with an approach so beautifully subtle that the layers peel back often unnoticed. Like a piece of music that shifts from the major to the minor keys in small progressions, we only realise we have wandered in a new direction when our emotions tell us. Compellingly moving and often acutely funny, “Choir Boy” delivers its punches with tenderness.

It centres around five of the students that form the choir at the Charles R Drew Preparatory School. Opening with a gospel-tinged chorale that repeats the refrain ‘trust and obey’, we soon learn that the rules, if not broken, are stretched to breaking point. The singing – all a Capella – throughout is sublime, its harmonies a reflection of how much of an ensemble piece this is, with the natural dynamics between the five boys being instantly believable. Pharus (Terique Jarrett) is the self-appointed leader, although his position is thrown into question after a recital is interrupted by fellow singer Bobby (Rabi Kondé) covertly throwing a racist and homophobic slur at him. Pharus refuses to ‘snitch’ on Bobby which puts him in conflict with Headmaster Marrow (Daon Broni) who is caught between laying down the rules but also allowing his pupils’ uniqueness to flourish.

The issues of bullying and homophobia are a veneer. Despite varying backgrounds, the characters seem to be on a level playing field, and a lot of the conflict is affectionate jostling. Pharus, who is openly gay, shares his dorm with AJ (Freddie MacBruce). Their relationship is close knit, like siblings almost; constantly at war but undyingly supportive. Jarett’s Bobby provides more tension, along with his side kick Junior (Khalid Daley), and adding more complication to the already volatile mix is David (Michael Ahomka-Lindsay). The dialogue crackles with energy and drama, with each performer wearing their personality with complete conviction. When replacement choirmaster enters, the questions of race are taken up a further notch. Mr Pendleton (Martin Turner) seems to be the only white person in the school, yet he is the one most sensitive to and intolerant of racial abuse.

Which all leads to debates about tradition and history. Framed within class exercises and musical refrains, these discussions emerge and explode as naturally as the performances. Nancy Medina directs with this very much in mind, so that the jumps from song to storytelling are seamless. And the deeper discussions never feel like a debate. When Pharus rebukes Bobby for using the word ‘slave’ instead of ‘enslaved’, McCraney avoids the obvious and well-worn polemic and instead the focus explores the evolution of the ‘Spirituals’ and the spread of Black music. Pharus encapsulates the arguments with the simple phrase that the lyrics need to be evaluated for what they ‘meant’ and not what they ‘mean’.

Whatever the message, the music that weaves through the play touches us on a truly emotional level. Arranged by Femi Temowo, the Hymnals, Gospels and Spirituals are sung with gut wrenching honesty and breathtaking harmonious precision. The cast break out into solos but always return to the ensemble to remind us that they are all in this together. This harmony informs the piece. There are moments of discord, but hope lies in the constant spiritual refrain. This isn’t just about kids under pressure to discover and prove who they are. It’s not a queer play, nor a Black one. It’s not a musical, nor is it a straight drama. It is all of these, arranged into one unique chord. “Choir Boy” is in a class of its own.



CHOIR BOY

Theatre Royal Stratford East

Reviewed on 31st March 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Mark Senior


 

 

 

 

CHOIR BOY

CHOIR BOY

CHOIR BOY

Witness for the Prosecution

Witness for the Prosecution

★★★★★

London County Hall

Witness for the Prosecution

Witness for the Prosecution

London County Hall

Reviewed – 30th September 2021

★★★★★

 

“Lucy Bailey’s staging is inspired, clever and inventive”

 

Situated on the South Bank of the Thames, London County Hall is watched over by Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye. Sitting at its centre is the magnificent splendour of the octagonal Council Chamber. Since the First World War it served as the headquarters of local government for London. Back in the 1980s Ken Livingstone would lock horns with Margaret Thatcher while the façade of the Hall served as a billboard for opposition slogans; seen from the austere, Gothic windows of the Palace of Westminster. Today the banners tell a different story, inviting us to witness another courtroom battle altogether. Agatha Christie’s “Witness for the Prosecution”, published as a short story in 1925 in a weekly pulp magazine, was eventually adapted by the author herself into a play which opened in London in the fifties. Lucy Bailey’s unique production has been running at London County Hall for four years now and, although still far behind ‘The Mousetrap’ it looks set to follow suit in its longevity.

We are summoned into the chambers, settling into the leather-bound, high-backed seats; some of us in the gallery and a dozen hand-picked audience members led to the jury’s bench. It is the perfect setting for a courtroom drama. The solemnity of the atmosphere would seemingly leave little for the design team to do, but Chris Davey’s lighting and, in particular, Mic Pool’s chilling sound design immediately let you know the proceedings are about to start. One of the most stunning preludes in the West End then gives way to the action that unfolds before us: a story of truth and lies, guilt and innocence, defence, and prosecution. A tale where words are twisted as ruthlessly as the plot.

Leonard Vole (Joe McNamara), a ‘between-jobs’ mechanic has been accused of murdering a wealthy, older woman with whom he struck up a close friendship. A friendship that Detective Inspector Hearne (Christopher Dickens) casts in dubious shades. Vole’s wife (or is she?) stands by him (or does she?). Sir Wilfrid Robarts takes on his defence and believes in his innocence (or does he?). It would be criminal of me to answer the questions here, though I think I can get away with saying that any second guessing is probably a waste of time.

Agatha Christie was fascinated by the idea of deceiving an audience, and she was an expert at it. We don’t know who’s done what until the very end. There is a huge responsibility for a stage adaptation to respect that, and this cast would have won her trust in the strike of a judge’s gavel. McNamara’s Leonard Vole is the picture of innocence and naivety, digging a hole for himself with his self-proclaimed candid honesty. But you get the sense he has dug his own bunker too, into which he has stashed the real truth. A spell-binding performance that has us questioning as much as the prosecution. Jonathan Firth as Sir Wilfrid takes on his defence with a sparkling, almost camp relish. Firth is a delight to watch, commanding the stage. Most of the action takes place in the courtroom but some of the most poignant scenes take place in Wilfrid’s chambers. The banter between Firth and the wonderful Teddy Kemper (playing defence lawyer Mr Mayhew) gives a true insight into the dichotomy and duplicity required to tread the boards of the courtroom.

Into this world steps Romaine Vole, the German refugee wife of the accused, shaking the foundations of this male oriented inner circle. Emer McDaid’s coquettish, cool, calculating charisma confounds both the council and the audience. She supports her husband’s alibi, then denounces it, then… well – my lips are sealed. She is a woman you ‘wouldn’t trust with your laundry’. A riveting performance, in line with the rest of the cast. Lighter moments are thrown in with precision timing, courtesy of Martin Turner’s dry and sardonic Mr Justice Wainwright.

Lucy Bailey’s staging is inspired, clever and inventive. Despite the head start she was given by the setting. As the play nears its close the jury are asked to deliver their verdict. You think that’s that. But no, there’s more. I shan’t reveal what the summing up is. But, ladies and gentlemen, you should have no difficulty reaching your verdict on this glorious adaptation. It really must be witnessed.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Ellie Kurttz

 

Witness for the Prosecution

Witness for the Prosecution

London County Hall until August 2022

 

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