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TOP HAT

★★★★

Chichester Festival Theatre

TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★★

“polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes”

There’s a certain magic to old-school glamour and Chichester’s revival of Top Hat taps into it with style and affection. Adapted from the beloved 1935 RKO movie starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, this stage version is a well-turned tribute to the golden age of musicals – immaculately dressed, packed with theatrical flair and brimming with toe-tapping, tap-tap-tapping delight.

Broadway star Jerry Travers arrives in London to open a new show, only to fall head-over-heels for fashion model Dale Tremont. A classic case of mistaken identity leads Dale to mistake him for Horace Hardwick – her friend Madge’s husband – setting off a flurry of misunderstandings, flirtations and fancy footwork, from London to Venice.

Musically, it’s a feast. Drawing from Irving Berlin’s rich songbook, Gareth Valentine (musical supervisor) and Stephen Ridley (musical director) bring warmth and wit to every number – from the suave syncopation of Puttin’ on the Ritz to the dreamlike sway of Cheek to Cheek and, of course, the iconic Top Hat, White Tie and Tails.

Phillip Attmore steps into Jerry’s top hat and tails, bringing precision and considerable dance finesse. A seasoned Broadway performer, he’s at his best when in motion, whether gliding through ballroom routines or tapping with crisp, stylish flair. Vocally, he’s less commanding, and while his performance is confident and capable, he doesn’t quite radiate the charisma needed to make Jerry truly magnetic. Still, his polished technique and assured presence anchor the role with poise. Opposite him, Lucy St. Louis brings a graceful strength to the role of Dale Tremont, the fashion model who finds herself swept up in Jerry’s chaotic orbit. With credits spanning both London and New York, St. Louis gives Dale both sophistication and steel. Her voice is velvety and assured, her movement elegant, and her presence compelling.

There’s excellent support throughout the ensemble, who keep the world of the show buoyant and bright, but it’s the quartet of comic sidekicks who provide some of the most memorable moments. Clive Carter is enjoyably flustered as Horace, the increasingly frazzled producer caught in the crossfire. Sally Ann Triplett’s Madge, arriving in Act Two, delivers deadpan bite and terrific timing, arching an eyebrow with expert precision and adding sharp wit to every droll aside. Their duet Outside of That, I Love You is a particular highlight. James Clyde, as Horace’s solemnly inventive butler Bates, and Alex Gibson-Giorgio, as the exuberantly ridiculous designer Alberto Beddini, lean fully – and delightfully – into their comic types. Their performances don’t just flirt with over-the-top – they leap right over it, yet remain infectious and full of fun. Between them, it’s a toss-up who steals more scenes, though Gibson-Giorgio’s Latins Know How may just tip the balance.

Kathleen Marshall directs and choreographs with clarity and style. Her routines – from sweeping ballroom numbers to crisp ensemble tap – are stylish and deftly handled, if occasionally hemmed in by the physical limits of the stage. The pacing keeps the farce buoyant and the storytelling is clear, even if some of the romantic ideas feel a little dusty by today’s standards.

The production looks stunning. Peter McKintosh’s set is framed by a sweeping illuminated Art Deco arch and anchored by a semi-circular revolve that shifts locations smoothly – from sleek hotel lobbies to the canals of Venice. It’s a smart, fluid design that keeps the action moving and always gives the eye something pleasing to settle on. Tim Mitchell’s lighting adds lustre and atmosphere throughout.

Costumes, also by McKintosh with Yvonne Milnes, are a triumph. The daywear is chic and sharply tailored, capturing the elegance of the era. Dale’s “designed by Beddini” gowns shimmer with 1930s fantasy, while the revue costumes for Jerry’s show add a burst of colour and pizzazz, nodding to vintage showbiz spectacle with theatrical flair.

In the end, Top Hat doesn’t quite dazzle from start to finish, but it’s polished, good-looking, and filled with tap, tails and timeless tunes — a thoroughly enjoyable evening of nostalgic escapism.

 



TOP HAT

Chichester Festival Theatre

Reviewed on 24th July 2025

by Ellen Cheshire

Photography by Johan Persson

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR | ★★★★ | May 2025
THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE | ★★★½ | January 2025
REDLANDS | ★★★★ | September 2024

TOP HAT

TOP HAT

TOP HAT

MIDNIGHT COWBOY

★★

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

MIDNIGHT COWBOY

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

★★

“Nick Winston’s staging is slick but lacks pace and energy”

Apparently, John Schlesinger’s 1969 American film “Midnight Cowboy” is the only X-Rated film to win the Best Picture Academy Award. Despite its bleak setting and outlook, the story of an unlikely friendship between two lost souls in New York City has been variously described as one of the greatest films of the sixties, and later deemed ‘culturally, historically and aesthetically significant’. Based on James Leo Herlihy’s novel of the same name, its success – according to the director – was largely down to its brutal exploration of loneliness. Both the film and the novel captured the quality of its time place in American cultural history.

Fast forward half a century and the ground-breaking story washes up in the hands of dramatist Bryony Lavery and songwriter Francis ‘Eg’ White who have shoehorned the bromantic fairy-tale of New York into a two-and-a-half-hour slice of musical theatre. A few years ago, we might have been more surprised, but as we have become acclimatised to outlandish choices for a musical’s subject matter, we have learnt to take this sort of thing in our stride. Claiming to be based on the novel, in reality “Midnight Cowboy – A New Musical” duplicates the film’s narrative by doing away with the central character’s back story and presenting it in disjointed flashbacks which, in this medium, get lost in the mix.

Joe Buck (Paul Jacob French) is a naïve yet damaged individual escaping his dead-end life in Texas by reinventing himself as a cowboy and heading off to New York to become a male prostitute. Success doesn’t come easy, to the point that he even pays his first client instead of the other way around. Hooking up with Rico ‘Ratso’ Rizzo (Max Bowden), he thinks his fortunes are on the rise until he discovers the rat Ratso has taken him for a ride. A mutual dependence grows, however, and after Joe moves into Ratso’s squalid squat, each individual’s isolation finds meaning and connection in a world of hustlers and ne’er-do-wells.

Nick Winston’s staging is slick but lacks pace and energy, and we never feel the full force of the unexpected chemistry between the protagonists. Despite strong performances we remain unconvinced, and neither do we feel their desperation. Similarly, Joe Buck’s encounters steer clear of gritty realism. However, whenever we are drawn in, we are suddenly denied access by a song that comes out of nowhere. Francis ‘Eg’ White has form as a songwriter, and there is no denying that there are a fair few excellent numbers, but the score is too often at odds with the text. There are exceptions. Tori Allen-Martin’s gorgeously smoky voice curls round the sultry, soul-disco chords of ‘Whatever it is You’re Doing’. We are in Serge Gainsbourg territory here, with a soft-porn gloss. Bowden’s ‘Don’t Give Up on Me Now’ has a real Tom Waits quality, reprised later by French who throws in shades of Randy Newman. Elsewhere, however, the songs tend to halt the narrative or simply cloud the intent. ‘Every Inch of this Earth is a Church’ strips away the inherent comedy of the classic scene where Joe Buck mistakes a religious fanatic for a pimp. And blow jobs and ballads have never been known to go well together.

It could be ground-breaking, and there is at times a surreal, cartoon-like quality to the show. But it cannot conceal the tameness of this interpretation. As if sensing the emotional detachment, French cranks up the passion during the closing scene, but we feel that it is unearned and inauthentic. There is poignancy in there somewhere, but like the dreams of the hapless heroes, it remains out of reach.



MIDNIGHT COWBOY

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

Reviewed on 10th April 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith

 


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

WILKO | ★★★ | March 2025
SON OF A BITCH | ★★★★ | February 2025
SCISSORHANDZ | ★★★ | January 2025
CANNED GOODS | ★★★ | January 2025
THE MASSIVE TRAGEDY OF MADAME BOVARY | ★★★ | December 2024
THE HAPPIEST MAN ON EARTH | ★★★★★ | November 2024
[TITLE OF SHOW] | ★★★ | November 2024
THE UNGODLY | ★★★ | October 2024
FOREVERLAND | ★★★★ | October 2024
JULIUS CAESAR | ★★★ | September 2024

MIDNIGHT COWBOY

MIDNIGHT COWBOY

MIDNIGHT COWBOY