★★★½

“entertaining, occasionally dazzling, yet frustratingly uneven”

Disney’s Hercules launches onto the West End stage in splashy, scattershot style that embraces camp and colour, but can’t quite decide who it’s playing to. With a book by Kwame Kwei-Armah, recently departed Artistic Director of the Young Vic, and Robert Horn, expectations were high for the stage adaptation of Disney’s 1997 animated film. However, perhaps through limited fault of Kwei-Armah, who it seems merely adapted the book from a 2019 Off-Broadway version by Kristoffer Diaz, we get something that leans more towards panto – jokes often too juvenile for adults, yet strangely pitched above younger children.

Tonally, it’s a mixed bag throughout. Some of the new songs fail to land, despite being written by the original duo of Alan Menken (Music) and David Zippel (Lyrics). Hercules’ introductory number Today’s Gonna Be My Day, feels more like a filler from Dick Whittington than a compelling character launch, particularly in the staging, with a plethora of dancers filling the market, ducking and diving to avoid Herc’s slapstick clumsiness. Yet redemption comes swiftly with Go the Distance, delivered by Luke Brady with gravitas and control, even if the new vocal arrangement takes a little adjusting to for die-hard fans.

The costumes and puppetry are visually dazzling – though the latter is perhaps less effectual than Disney’s longest running theatrical hit The Lion King. The gods shimmer in outrageous gold, Hades’ cape swishes with villainous flair, and the muses – a consistent highlight – sparkle in their many gorgeous gowns with elegance and verve. Wig and hair designer Mia M Neal deserves special mention: her sculptural braids-turned-hats are a feat of fabulous imagination. The muse’s gospel numbers, harmonically tight and delivered with electric charm by Sharlene Hector, Brianna Ogunbawo, Malinda Parris and Robyn Rose-Li, are the show’s undisputed high points.

At its best, the set is magnetic – keeping you guessing with how seemingly magical effects are delivered. To represent the souls trapped in the underworld for eternity, gauze drapes swirl heavenward, then collapse back down, creating a hypnotic rhythm that’s almost balletic. Meanwhile, the rest of Hades’ underworld has a steampunk vibe, complete with minions and an inexplicable tap number (Getting Even) that adds nothing but confusion.

Despite the tonal inconsistencies, the cast commits entirely. Mae Ann Jorolan’s Megara is a standout – smoky-voiced, sardonic, and emotionally resonant. Her interpretation of I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) with the muses is every bit as affecting as fans would hope. And in one of the more successful additions, Forget About It, a flirtatious first encounter between Meg and Herc, brings welcome depth to their dynamic, balancing her independence against his oblivious infatuation.

Ultimately, Hercules the Musical is entertaining, occasionally dazzling, yet frustratingly uneven. Casey Nicholaw’s direction keeps the show visually fluid, if not always tonally consistent. It’s at its best when it is faithful to the original film and lets the muses lead the charge. If the creative team can tone down some of the more broad humour, there’s a sharper, smarter version of this show waiting to be revealed.

HELLO, DOLLY! at the London Palladium

★★★★

“Nothing seems out of place in Dominic Cooke’s staging of this revival”

By interval, while slowly making my way through the bottleneck towards the bar, I’m feeling a bit like the child from ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’ folk tale. Only the joke is on me, apparently, rather than the other way round. It takes the second act to make me realise this, and my puzzled expression turns to one of realisation, all the while a smile reluctantly spreading across my face. The belated appreciation is inadvertently symptomatic of a musical that is, after all, fundamentally about second chances.

You have to ignore the flimsy plot to get to its heart. On the surface the story follows the celebrated matchmaker, Dolly Levi, as she travels to Yonkers, New York, to find a match for the miserly half-millionaire Horace Vandergelder. It soon becomes clear, though, that Dolly intends to marry Horace herself. We think it’s all about the money, but as the twists unravel, we discover the true threads of the tale. Love is in the air, ultimately, conquering feelings of grief and bereavement as it sweeps through the auditorium in waves of feelgood farce. In the title role, Imelda Staunton gives a fantastically understated performance as she slowly lets go of her late husband’s ghost to find her way back to where she belongs.

Based on Thornton Wilder’s 1930s ‘The Matchmaker’, it premiered in 1963; so there is always the danger that today’s audiences will find it outdated and out of style. Yet it conveys a bygone age that we are willing to be transported back to. Escapism is the key. Rae Smith’s sumptuous sets mix turn of the century realism with animated backdrops; rickety trolleybuses and sandstone buildings with blue skies – into which, at one point, a full-size steam train billows out clouds of steam. Smith’s costumes match the opulence of the production, particularly during the signature scene in which Dolly descends the famous staircase of the Harmonia Gardens restaurant. The title number of ‘Hello Dolly’ builds slowly towards its ovation-grabbing finale. Dancing waiters and chefs epitomise Bill Deamer’s extravagant and flawless choreography. Nothing seems out of place in Dominic Cooke’s staging of this revival, except for a few lines of Michael Stewart’s book. Yet the execution is faultless, and Jerry Herman’s music and lyrics are given full flight, buoyed up by the twenty strong orchestra down in the pit.

Staunton, to her credit, never steals the show in what is pretty much an ensemble piece (that also boasts one of the largest ensembles in London – it has more swings than a holiday camp playground). Andy Nyman’s Horace Vandergelder is a gently mocking Scrooge, extending his derision to himself as much as anyone else. His rebellious employees, Cornelius Hackl and Barnaby Tucker (respectively Harry Hepple and the underused Tyrone Huntley) make a fine comedy double act that borders on cliché but thankfully just stops short. The other star turn comes courtesy of Jenna Russell’s Irene Molloy, the milliner who craves to swap her hat shop for a love nest yet is more than twice shy having been bitten by grief too many times.

The songs are not so much old fashioned as old school. Refreshingly nostalgic and timeless. Russell delivers one of the highlights; ‘Ribbons Down My Back’ with an aching hunger while some of the other rousing numbers fill us with joy. Staunton, of course, makes ‘Hello Dolly’ (the song and the show) her own, betraying a unique sense of self-doubt within her layered character. She likes to be in control of everybody’s lives, including her own, but her femininity is never victim to her feminism. There is strength and vulnerability. But also a glorious sense of fun. “It’s no use arguing – I have made up your mind” Dolly says to the redemptive Vandergelder.

There is no arguing with the success of this show either, or the ovation it received. Admittedly the first act drifts a bit, but by curtain call it is well and truly ‘back where it belongs’.

HERCULES

Theatre Royal Drury Lane

★★★½

“entertaining, occasionally dazzling, yet frustratingly uneven”

HERCULES

Theatre Royal Drury Lane

Reviewed on 25th June 2025

by Amber Woodward

Photography by Johan Persson © Disney

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HELLO, DOLLY! at the London Palladium

★★★★

“Nothing seems out of place in Dominic Cooke’s staging of this revival”

HELLO, DOLLY! at the London Palladium

Reviewed on 18th July 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Manuel Harlan

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