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JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

★★★★★

Watermill Theatre

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

Watermill Theatre

★★★★★

“Never before has the emotional journey of the characters been portrayed with such intensity, sensitivity, joy, menace and clarity”

Originally conceived as a concert album, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice’s sung-through rock opera, “Jesus Christ Superstar”, has probably never had a night where it hasn’t been performed on a stage somewhere in the world since its Broadway premiere in 1971. Most people who see it nowadays have probably seen it multiple times before. No doubt a large-scale production. Paul Hart’s revival, using actor musicians, at the Watermill Theatre is extraordinarily intimate and immersive, but the impact is as huge. We emerge electrified and emotionally charged. This is an interpretation like you have never seen before.

The opening guitar riff is unmistakable. Gradually joined by flute, trombone, then cello it grows stealthily into the iconic ‘Overture’ and Judas’ number ‘Heaven on Their Minds’. Before we know it, ‘What’s the Buzz’ grasps the Motown vibe with wild abandon, stunning it with its stabs of horns. There is a carnival atmosphere. It is Gothic and sepulchral yet lives on the street. Urban and rural, Biblical and modern. Clubland but also the wilderness. There is no space between the performers and the audience, so we cannot help but be a part of the journey: an odyssey that is intimate, urgent, sexy and rebellious.

Depicting the last few days leading up to the death of Jesus, the musical looks at the events mainly through the eyes of Judas. Max Alexander-Taylor – as Judas – has the subversive energy of a punk musician, the voice of a Prog-Rock demi-God and the defiance and impetuosity of a true sceptic. His emotions flicker in his eyes and gestures before being fired from his electric guitar solos like bolts of lightning. Michael Kholwadia’s Jesus is stunningly beautiful in black eyeliner, with the aura of a jaded touring ‘superstar’ at the end of his tether, sick of being surrounded by yes-men. The chemistry between the two is electric. Making up the trio is Parisa Shahmir. They say that behind every great man is a woman. Mary stands by her man. Shahmir stands apart, and stands out too. Solid, strong and sassy; virtuous but oozing sex appeal, she soothes with a velvet voice, particularly when her rendition of ‘Everything’s Alright’ melts into just her and her guitar with an echoing, dreamy vocal.

But this is an ensemble production; each cast member an integral part of Hart’s ingenious staging. When Alexander-Taylor launches into ‘Damned for All Time/Blood Money’, simple movements evoke the walls closing in on the impossible choices Judas is forced to make. Anjali Mehra’s choreography is immediate and finely in tune with the nuances of the narrative while paying fine attention to detail. Similarly evocative are David Woodhead’s set and costume and Rory Beaton’s lighting design, both of which brim with inventive touches. Sound designer Tom Marshall has an impossible task, but the amalgam of voices, instruments and locations is spot on. We never miss a beat, a word, a stab of the horns or the subtlest strum of an acoustic guitar.

It is a futile task to single out performances where even the ensemble stands out, but mention has to be made of Olugbenga Adelekan as Caiaphas, whose voice can plumb the depths and reach the heights within a semi-quaver. Cool but dangerous he commands the space each time he claims the stage. Christian Edwards, as Pilate, also seizes our gaze, so you simply can’t take your eyes off him. ‘Pilate’s Dream’ is a… well… a dream of a song.

For Act Two we are outside in the Watermill’s grounds. What better way to embody the Garden of Gethsemane? Guards trumpet from the rooftops while Kholwadia’s voice soars over the treetops. As the sun goes down, we anticipate a riot. The apostles like Gothic revellers clash with the Roman soldiers like riot police, and we are caught in the crossfire before being ushered back inside.

‘King Herod’s Song’ is a hilarious, scandalous, risqué number with Samuel Morgan-Grahame holding fort as a bondage club host. Camp but menacing, he is an S&M king wandering onto the set of the Rocky Horror show while Anjali Mehra’s choreography comes to the fore with a sadistic, macabre and extremely funny routine.

But as we reach the final moments, the sheer strength of the show forces its way into the foreground with a poignancy that overshadows previous incarnations of this musical. Yet throughout there has still been space for occasional lightness of touch and humour that is essential, and inbuilt, into the story. At times it seems that Hart has a hot line direct to Lloyd Webber’s original intention.

Never before has the emotional journey of the characters been portrayed with such intensity, sensitivity, joy, menace and clarity. The stakes are high, emotionally and politically. And the talents and musicality are on a scale that is breathtaking. This show gets to the heart of the matter, and pierces our hearts too. It is an unmissable production – instantly recognisable as the classic that it is, but also like you have never seen before (as I have said before!).



 

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

Watermill Theatre

Reviewed on 3rd July 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:

THREE HENS IN A BOAT | ★★★★★ | May 2025
PIAF | ★★★★ | April 2025
THE KING’S SPEECH | ★★★★ | September 2024
BARNUM | ★★★★ | July 2024
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING | ★★★★ | April 2024
THE LORD OF THE RINGS | ★★★★★ | August 2023
MANSFIELD PARK | ★★★★ | June 2023
RAPUNZEL | ★★★★ | November 2022
WHISTLE DOWN THE WIND | ★★★★ | July 2022
SPIKE | ★★★★ | January 2022

 

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

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JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL

★★★★★

Arcola Theatre

CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL

Arcola Theatre

★★★★★

“Feel-good is the understatement of the year where this show is concerned”

‘It’s a beautiful day for an anti-polio picnic’. So begins the new all-singing, all-dancing “Cry-Baby, The Musical”. This is no surprise if you are armed with the knowledge that the musical is based on the transgressive filmmaker John Waters’ 1990 film. Mark O’Donnell and Thomas Meehan have written the book, with David Javerbaum and Adam Schlesinger providing the songs. Directed by the Arcola Theatre’s artistic director, Mehmet Ergen, it bursts onto the London stage with an effervescent eccentricity that Waters would be proud of with all his screwball heart.

A couple of words of advice. Leave your expectations at home, along with any judgements, preconceptions or theatrical snobbery. Don’t read the programme notes – the ones that allude to the show dealing with issues of class-based injustices, political relevance, privilege, demonisation… blah blah blah. It really isn’t that deep. Yes, they’re all in there somewhere, cleverly hidden in hilarious, blink-and-you-miss one-liners, but the trick is to just wallow in the whole explosion of joy that this show bombards you with. The story is as shallow as they come. A kind of ‘Grease’ meets ‘Jailhouse Rock’ – but better than both put together. It is 1954. Communism is the big taboo. Wade “Cry-Baby” Walker is the coolest kid in town. He’s a rebel with a cause. A bad guy – though we kind of twig pretty quickly that he’s not really. Allison is the strait-laced rich girl who crosses to the wrong side of the tracks, drawn to his irresistible flame. Forbidden love and teen rebellion run rife while society moral values are turned upside down.

Adam Davidson plays the eponymous ‘Cry-Baby’. His name derives from the fact that he hasn’t cried since his parents died and he was orphaned at a young age (we learn the circumstances of his mum and dad’s tragic demise later). He is the leader of the ‘Drapes’, a misfit crew of baddies with whom the ‘Squares’ (to which Lulu-Mae Pears’ clean-cut Allison belongs) are in awe of, yet fear, in equal measure. Allison has been brought up by her grandmother, the (seemingly) upright Mrs Cordelia Vernon-Williams (Shirley Jameson). Surrounded by a magnificent kaleidoscope of colourful characters, all performed by an even more magnificent cast, the narrative roller-coasts through picnics, self-awareness days, song contests, arson attacks, prison, escape, freedom, atonement, justice, hard-won-love… right up to its preposterously upbeat finale. All the while our smiles get wider and wider, the laughs get stronger, and our toe-tapping turns into all-out body shaking. Feel-good is the understatement of the year where this show is concerned.

The score must have been one of the easiest to write. There’s irony in that statement, but a snippet of truth too. The entire set list is pure pastiche. The chord structures have been handed to Javerbaum and Schlesinger on a plate. Each song is instantly recognisable, yet bizarrely unique. It’s the lyrics that can take the credit – insanely clever, witty and poignant. The writers are masters of rhyming and scanning, and the performers deliver faultlessly. We are transported back to the fifties with the genre defining songs: the close-knit harmonies of ‘Squeaky Clean’, or the rockabilly rhythms of ‘Jukebox Jamboree’. Ballads such as ‘Misery’ and ‘I’m Infected’ tug at our teenage heartstrings and rekindle the memories of our misspent teenage years. The bar is high, but there still manage to be highlights. Shirley Jameson’s ‘Did Something Wrong Once’ threatens to bring the house down, as does Chad Saint Louis (who plays bad boy Dupree) every time he opens his mouth, and lungs. Davidson and Pears smash every number they sing. The ensemble players are, without exception, exceptional. Eleanor Walsh, in particular, as Lenora Frigid (don’t blame me – I didn’t name the characters), whose solo number ‘Screw Loose’ defines her perfectly. Bonkers? Yes! Virtuosic? Without doubt! And how can you fail to enjoy a musical that includes song titles such as ‘Girl Can I Kiss You with Tongues?’ Forget the phrase ‘from the sublime to the ridiculous’. This show combines the too. Ridiculous? Yes! Sublime? Without a doubt!

You don’t need a big stage to create a spectacle. Chris Whittaker’s choreography shifts the walls outwards, playing with scale and creating deceptively big routines. Meticulously period yet innovative, it encapsulates the show’s energy and sense of fun. Shades of Jerome Robbins in no way eclipse Whittaker’s own individuality. Like every element of the show, familiarity and peculiarity dance side by side.

The finale number – a rousing ‘Nothing Bad’ – sums it up. “Cry-Baby, The Musical” is two hours of star-spangled fun. You’d be a cry-baby to miss it (I know…!). All I can say is ‘be there… or be square’.



CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL

Arcola Theatre

Reviewed on 12th March 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Charlie Flint

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE DOUBLE ACT | ★★★★★ | January 2025
TARANTULA | ★★★★ | January 2025
HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS | ★★★★ | December 2024
DISTANT MEMORIES OF THE NEAR FUTURE | ★★★ | November 2024
THE BAND BACK TOGETHER | ★★★★ | September 2024
MR PUNCH AT THE OPERA | ★★★ | August 2024
FABULOUS CREATURES | ★★★ | May 2024
THE BOOK OF GRACE | ★★★★★ | May 2024
LIFE WITH OSCAR | ★★★ | April 2024
WHEN YOU PASS OVER MY TOMB | ★★★★★ | February 2024
SPUTNIK SWEETHEART | ★★★ | October 2023
GENTLEMEN | ★★★★ | October 2023

 

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