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THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

★★★★★

UK Tour

THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

Richmond Theatre

★★★★★

“amidst the devastation, Almeida allows moments of tenderness and humour to emerge”

In Anthony Almeida’s powerful stage adaptation of The Beekeeper of Aleppo, the audience is invited into the profoundly moving story of Nuri (Adam Sina) and Afra (Farah Saffari). Based on the acclaimed novel by Christy Lefteri and adapted for the stage by Nesrin Alrefaai and Matthew Spangler, this Nottingham Playhouse production tells a story that refuses to be forgotten – one rooted in the devastating reality of the Syrian war and the refugee crisis it created.

We first meet Nuri in Aleppo, shortly before the outbreak of war forces millions to flee their homes. A master beekeeper, he works alongside his cousin Mustafa (Joseph Long), whose family has kept bees for three generations and runs a shop known for the sweetest honey. Under Almeida’s direction, the production immerses us in Syria through evocative storytelling, traditional songs, and a sand-swept set by Ruby Pugh that evokes both war-torn streets and refugee camps.

The narrative unfolds in a deliberately non-linear way. While the play opens in the sterile isolation of a UK refugee centre – confronting the bureaucracy faced by those seeking asylum – it soon moves between past and present. Through fragments of memory, we witness how Nuri and Afra were forced to leave their home and the perilous journey that carried them across borders.

The play grips the audience from the beginning, placing a quiet weight in the chest that mirrors the emotional burden carried by its characters. Yet amidst the devastation, Almeida allows moments of tenderness and humour to emerge.

Afra has lost her sight – a physical manifestation of an internal shutdown brought on by trauma. We see Nuri desperately trying to find medical help for her, only to encounter the slow machinery of bureaucracy and the barriers faced by refugees navigating an unfamiliar system. As the narrative unfolds, the full scale of their tragedy gradually emerges. This is a painful story to witness: a story of losing everything built over years, of grief, and of learning how to live with memories that refuse to fade.

“We lost our bees. Let’s see if we can save our children.”

We hear stories of the unimaginable, including the haunting image of Nuri’s nephew among bodies in a river. And yet, even after such loss, survival demands that they keep moving. We follow their journey – from Syria to Istanbul and Athens – in the desperate hope of reaching England, where Mustafa is already trying to rebuild a life and return to beekeeping.

Adam Sina delivers a remarkable performance, portraying Nuri with quiet vulnerability and emotional depth. Haunted by trauma, he repeatedly speaks of his son, yet for much of the play we are left uncertain about the child’s fate. This lingering absence, closely tied to Nuri’s PTSD, creates a quiet but devastating tension throughout the production.

The ensemble – including Joseph Long, Aram Mardourian, Alia Lahlou, Princess Khumalo, Dona Atallah, and others – bring impressive versatility to the stage, shifting seamlessly between roles, accents, and locations. With Almeida’s thoughtful direction and Kane Husbands’ striking movement choreography, scenes transition fluidly between the painful present and fragments of memory.

As someone from Greece, watching parts of this journey unfold on stage felt strikingly familiar. The portrayal of tense encounters, crowded squares where refugees wait for the next uncertain step, and the ways in which their vulnerability can be exploited reflects a reality many in the region have witnessed first hand.

Ultimately, The Beekeeper of Aleppo is not only a story about displacement. It is about memory, survival, and the fragile threads that keep people moving forward when everything else has been lost. It leaves you devastated but full of humanity. It makes you see, but also wonder.

And as the play quietly reminds us: wherever there are bees, there is life.



THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

Richmond Theatre

Reviewed on 10th March 2026

by Nasia Ntalla

Photography by Manuel Harlan


 

 

 

 

THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

THE BEEKEEPER OF ALEPPO

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR

★★★★

Chichester Festival Theatre

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★★

“brims with swearing, colloquialisms, double entendres, and joyful absurdity”

Nikolai Gogol’s razor-sharp satire The Government Inspector gets a bawdy and riotous reimagining in this new adaptation by Phil Porter, directed with pantomimic glee by Gregory Doran in his Chichester debut. Fuelled by farcical energy, the production is packed with verbal wit and physical comedy that rarely misses a beat.

The plot is deceptively simple: a small, corrupt provincial town panics at news that a government inspector is due to arrive incognito. When they mistake a feckless young civil servant for the feared official, chaos ensues. Enter Tom Rosenthal as Khlestakov, the supposed inspector, who quickly realises he can exploit the town’s credulous officials – a rollicking parade of grotesques, each more deluded than the last – for money, food, flattery, and more.

Rosenthal, best known for Friday Night Dinner and Plebs, brings his trademark hapless charm to Khlestakov, a delightfully louche fantasist revelling in the absurd power thrust upon him. In between extracting money, goods, and favours, he sets about seducing the Mayor’s wife (Sylvestra Le Touzel) – gloriously ridiculous, flirtatious, and determined to outshine her own daughter – and the daughter herself (Laurie Ogden), whose wide-eyed naïvety is tinged with a quiet desperation to be noticed. Ideally, he’d have both.

On first meeting Khlestakov in his sleazy accommodation, he seems somewhat subdued – especially compared with the cavalcade of comic officials who dominate early on with scene-stealing flourishes. But Rosenthal’s performance builds into a compelling piece of comic buffoonery – especially in a hilariously drunken return to the Mayor’s house after a boozy lunch. He is ably supported by Nick Haverson as Osip, his sardonic, long-suffering manservant.

Lloyd Hutchinson gives a standout performance as the morally bankrupt Mayor, his sweaty desperation rendered with delicious physicality. He’s joined by a motley crew of officials, each scrambling to ingratiate themselves and slip the impostor a few hundred roubles. There are strong comic turns throughout: Joe Dixon’s pompous Judge, whose knees keep giving way; Christopher Middleton’s cigar-fumbling Head of Schools; Oscar Pearce’s gleefully self-serving Charity Commissioner, all too happy to reveal the Mayor’s misdeeds; and Reuben Johnson’s jittery Postmaster. Miltos Yerolemou and Paul Rider are particularly entertaining as Bobchinsky and Dobchinsky – a Tweedledum-and-Tweedledee pair of nosy busybodies, obsessed with their own imagined importance.

These absurd officials are starkly contrasted with the town’s merchants, who visit the supposed inspector seeking justice, only to be swindled again. Leigh Quinn’s Sergeant’s Widow delivers a quietly devastating moment as she recounts being publicly beaten, revealing the scars on her back. It’s a grim reminder that beneath the foolery lie real-world consequences.

Porter’s script is sprightly and accessible, injecting Gogol’s 19th-century satire with contemporary irreverence. It brims with swearing, colloquialisms, double entendres, and joyful absurdity. Standout lines include Khlestakov describing the Mayor’s wife as a “randy old honey badger” and boasting he has “a pie in every finger” – playful, outrageous, and unexpectedly sharp.

The opening scene hints at something more substantial. The Mayor, pondering why St Petersburg might be sending a government inspector to their backwater, dismisses the idea of war – confidently assuring his colleagues that Russia would never be interested in such a remote place. It’s a fleeting but pointed allusion to contemporary geopolitics and a knowing nod to Gogol’s Ukrainian identity (acknowledged in the programme). While this moment garners a chuckle, such modern resonance is quickly left behind, as the production commits more fully to good-natured farce than to drawing serious parallels with 21st-century politics.

The production embraces the meta-theatricality woven into Gogol’s text. The characters’ frantic need to impress is echoed in the actors’ heightened delivery, exaggerated movement (thanks to movement director Mike Ashcroft), and frequent breaking of the fourth wall. The final “frozen tableau” – the moment of stunned silence when the real inspector is announced – is held just long enough to become hilariously awkward, prompting uneasy titters and a ripple of recognition.

Francis O’Connor’s set design captures a world teetering between grandeur and decay. The Mayor’s office-turned-drawing-room features filing cabinets bursting with paper and oversized doors that suggest delusions of grandeur. The inn’s squalid room, with its grimy skylight and claustrophobic scale, offers a stark contrast – and provides an excellent setup for a well-executed physical comedy. O’Connor’s costumes are a visual feast: lavish, absurd, and sharply attuned to each character’s vanity and social pretensions, particularly in the cases of the Mayor’s preening wife and posturing daughter.

Doran keeps the whole machine ticking with precision. The pace never flags. This is a lively and well-crafted revival that entertains with gusto. While it flirts with deeper contemporary parallels through its satirical edge, it ultimately settles for broad, enjoyable farce – and a very enjoyable one it is.



THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR

Chichester Festival Theatre

Reviewed on 1st May 2025

by Ellen Cheshire

Photography by Ellie Kurttz

 

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

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

 

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR

THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR