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HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

★★★★

UK Tour

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

Duchess Theatre

★★★★

“Pulman’s voice is the evening’s prettiest pleasure”

Entertainment delivered at conversational level is deeply unfashionable, to the point of feeling subversive. Nonetheless, Hooray for Hollywood has quietly, cheerfully pitched up at the West End, finding its place among a landscape of brazen, multi-media spectaculars.

In essence, this is a high-quality lounge act, and entirely unapologetic about it. If you are looking to spend a quiet evening with two excellent musicians, one singer and one singing pianist, a grand piano, and a century of Hollywood’s greatest tunes, here is the best game in town. Indeed, that’s the whole proposition here. There’s no hint of showmanship having moved on in the past 40 years, no ensemble, no spectacle. Just talent, and the confidence to know that is enough.

Liza Pulman and Joe Stilgoe have previous form together, and it shows. Their rapport is easy and unforced. Stilgoe, simultaneously accompanying and singing, makes the whole enterprise look effortless, which of course means it is nothing of the sort. The repertoire sweeps from The Wizard of Oz to La La Land, taking in West Side Story, Wicked and a great deal else besides. The show distils nearly a hundred years of musical cinema into two hours on a no-fuss stage.

Pulman’s voice is the evening’s prettiest pleasure. It is a beautiful instrument: clear, warm, and produced from the chest in the manner of an earlier generation of musical theatre. We are in Julie Andrews territory, rather than the nasal, pushed tone that has become standard in the post-Elaine Paige era. So much musical performance is now about demonstrating its own mechanics, but Pulman (clearly, highly-trained) makes singing seem like the most natural thing in the world.

The other pleasure is Stilgoe’s piano playing, which is glorious. It’s inventive, assured, and always in service of the song.

Lighting by Daniel Carter-Brennan and sound by Joe Barker are both assured and seamless. The Duchess is the smallest of the traditional London West End theatres. Sound and lighting are handled with the delicate touch the venue required for this no-frills show.

The script between the songs could do with more work. Their humour is deliberately old-fashioned and understated. But sometimes the audience is left wondering if there is any punchline at all.

Throughout the show, the audience rises together on a wave of familiar music. This mood is punctured by having to grapple with the jokes. For example, there’s a flippant line touching on the Caribbean and Mary Poppins being ‘all-inclusive’. Was the target the all-inclusive package holiday? I certainly hope so. Either way, that’s one to cut.

That aside, the evening is all elegance, escapism and generosity. Hooray for Hollywood will not win any prizes for contemporaneity and does not seek to. It is a show for people who still believe that a beautiful voice, a gifted pianist and a great song are more than sufficient. On the evidence of Monday evening at the Duchess, they are right.

 



HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

Duchess Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 13th April 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Matt Crockett


 

 

 

 

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD

GARRY STARR: CLASSIC PENGUINS

★★★★★

Arts Theatre

GARRY STARR: CLASSIC PENGUINS

Arts Theatre

★★★★★

“a show of sparkling brilliance”

Let’s start with the show warning: “contains nudity and mild language”. Missing from this warning is “danger from collapse as a result of extreme laughing”.

This is not the show for you if naked bodies on stage offend your sensibilities. Garry Starr gets on with the show (or gets it all off?) from the moment he swings his chair around to face us – he’s been patiently waiting with his back to the audience as we take our seats. It’s all there – yes, I mean all the naughty bits – on full show. The audience explodes in laughter which pretty much never stops as the next 70 minutes roars past like a Southern Ocean squall.

And don’t expect any respect for the great literature of the Cream and Orange Penguin paperbacks era. Garry Starr – the creation of Australian comic Damien Warren-Smith – gallops through all the great books – everything from Hamlet (nodding to Garry’s former take on Shakespeare) to The Grapes of Wrath. The works are stacked on a bookshelf at the front of the stage, the titles projected on a screen at the back – set in a silver foil Antarctic mountain – as he pulls each one out then carelessly tosses it on the floor when that sketch moves on.

This is a show of sparkling brilliance. Garry/Damien is a master of mime, clowning, improvisation and wordplay. Part of the fun for us in the seats is the guessing game as the title appears. Will this one be a pun on the title? Just think what you might do with Moby Dick. Or will a member of the audience be hauled on stage to help connect four apparently unrelated titles?

It’s a one man show – and it’s not. It’s cleverly scripted – and it leaves so much to chance. It’s a riff on the classics, yet it is a fond recall of so many great books. It’s an extreme performance in the nude, yet it doesn’t shock. Despite all the comic potential, there isn’t a single barb. Garry the character is all the greater, because of the warmth Warren-Smith shows as a performer.

Garry has built up a following. In the queue to get into the theatre was a group to one side in penguin costumes, each carrying one of the eponymous books: a band of costumed fans like those waiting to attend a singalong performance of ‘Sound of Music’. That too proved a piece of pageantry. The performance starts even before you enter.



GARRY STARR: CLASSIC PENGUINS

Arts Theatre

Reviewed on 3rd November 2025

by Louis Sibley

Photography by Matt Crockett (main images) Jeff Moore (outdoor images)


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE CHOIR OF MAN | ★★★★★ | October 2025
PORNO | ★★★ | November 2023
THE CHOIR OF MAN | ★★★★ | October 2022
THE CHOIR OF MAN | ★★★★★ | November 2021

 

 

Garry Starr

Garry Starr

Garry Starr