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FROM THE HEART

★★★★★

Garrick Theatre

FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

★★★★

“It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration”

It is a little-known fact that the lyricist Don Black started out as a stand-up comedian. His career change came about when he wrote his first song while waiting for a laugh at a gig in Darlington. Okay, this is a joke, but there’s a half-truth in there and it is indicative of the dry humour of Black’s own recorded voiceover that links the set list of his musical revue “From the Heart”. Celebrating his extraordinary career that spans over five decades, Black describes it as a personal tribute to the New York cabaret scene that inspired him. It is a modest affair, and it cannot escape the formality of an ornate West End proscenium arch, but the atmosphere is intimate and, at times, we could well be in a club on 46th Street.

With just a grand piano and double bass centre stage, a cast of five deliver a mix of iconic numbers and brand-new songs written with composers such as Gary Barlow, Natasha Bedingfield, David Arnold, Debbie Wiseman and Mike Batt. Director Nick Winston’s slick structure allows the music to speak for itself, while the performers make their way through the sweeping and eclectic range of material. Frances Mayli McCann, Shona McGarty, Caroline O’Connor, Clive Rowe, and Michael D. Xavier add their own personal touch to the songs, predominately solo but bookending the show with the rousing ensemble harmonies of title song, “From the Heart”.

The nature of the show highlights Black’s virtuosity as a lyricist, exposing the inventive use of rhyme and rhythm. But we see the emotion too. When once asked if he had ever written a song specifically for his late wife of sixty years, he replied, “all of them”. Caroline O’Connor’s rendition of “Life Goes On” is a poignant moment that stays with you long after the final bars ripple through the auditorium. Similarly, Clive Rowe’s aching “I’d Go to Bed Earlier” cuts straight to the heart with his crushed-velvet voice. But it is an evening of many moods. More than a hint of Music Hall informs the choreography when Rowe is joined by Michael D. Xavier for the sparkling duet “Fizzy or Still”, a light-hearted ode to abstinence and sobriety. Shona McGarty gives us the late-night bluesy sound of “Things a Lady Shouldn’t Do”, with a smoky edge to her voice. Frances Mayli McCann switches from the up-tempo “I’ve a Hundred Things to Do Before I Die” to the later power balled “Unhealable”. Michael D. Xavier is in impossibly fine voice for “Everything but the Blame” and the gorgeous “How Do You Fall Out of Love?”

Nearly twenty songs are programmed into the evening, and each performance of the show’s West End run features a special guest singer. Tonight it is Michael Ball with his inimitable rendition of “Love Changes Everything”. Ball humbly confesses it to be an honour to be included in the bill, a sentiment we share as soon as O’Connor follows his performance with a dramatic “When No-one’s Looking”, showcasing her passionate storytelling through song.

It is a well-balanced repertoire that occasionally errs on the polite. We feel safe and are always aware of the plush theatre seats we are sitting comfortably in, rather than feeling immersed in a Manhattan basement, despite the paired-back, expressive accompaniment of Musical Director Joseph Church on piano and Oliver Copelend on double bass (Copeland’s versatility is on show throughout, his playing ranging from the impossibly fast walking bass line of “The Reluctant Star” to the haunting, bowed legato of the more plaintive melodies). The evening belongs in ‘Restaurant Row’ rather than the ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ end of 46th Street.

Black’s more familiar and iconic output is saved for the encore. The temperature rises as the cast come together for a medley of Bond tunes and other milestones from the big and small screen, closing with “Born Free”. Don Black joins the cast onstage for a few words, genuinely affected by the tribute to his music he has just seen. It’s a labour of love for Black, the idea for this show having been in his mind for quite some time. It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration with him. It does, indeed, come from the heart.



FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

Reviewed on 8th October 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Eamonn B Shanahan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GLORIOUS!

★★★

UK Tour

GLORIOUS!

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★

“a very watchable, and funny, portrait of a very eccentric woman”

The American socialite, Florence Foster Jenkins, who was widely mocked for her poor singing ability once famously remarked that “people may say I can’t sing… but no one can ever say I didn’t sing”. It throws into question just how aware she was of her considerable vocally deficiencies. Was she in on the joke, or did she honestly believe that she had talent? To some extent, Peter Quilter’s stage comedy “Glorious!” addresses the dilemma. It treats its subject very much as a joke – especially in the first act – but also gives us a glimpse of the complex personal history behind an eccentric who is merely trying to live her dream. The latter may come a little too late, and the former overdramatised and outstretched. The jokes – at Jenkins’ expense – are relentless and repetitive, and consequently our belief in the extent of her self-delusion is undermined.

It is 1944 and Florence Foster Jenkins (Wendi Peters) is recruiting a new accompanist, having dismissed her original one after catching him giving her audience a ‘knowing smile’ during a performance. In walks Cosmé McMoon (Matthew James Morrison) who rather swiftly discovers what he is letting himself in for, but takes the job anyway. A lifelong alliance ensues which is eventually portrayed by the pair as a touching tribute to the human spirit. Morrison is a striking presence and a talented pianist who finds the perfect balance between humouring Jenkins and showing unwavering support and loyalty. We get that McMoon is not just in it for the money, of which Jenkins has plenty, inherited from her father. Also inherited was her fierce determination – a direct and perverse reaction to her father’s dismissal of her ambitions by refusing to fund her musical education. The loss of her sister at the tender age of eight also had profound effects on shaping her personality. These facts are glossed over somewhat, as is her first marriage and her subsequent relationship with the actor St. Clair Bayfield.

But, to be fair, that is not the ambition of the play. Quilter is unashamedly playing for laughs. And Peters and Morrison certainly deliver. Peters channels Hyacinth Bucket from ‘Keeping up Appearances’, with a faultless American accent – and more faultless is her ability to sing extremely badly. One needs to be a virtuosic vocalist to be able to get it so wrong so convincingly. It is a bold performance, complete with outrageous costumes courtesy of Ingrid Hu. Morrison has more to play with and stands out as the sympathetic piano-player, breaking out of character to address the audience directly, at times, with some much-needed exposition.

To complement what is inherently a two hander are Sioned Jones as friend and side-kick Dorothy, and Caroline Gruber’s Italian maid, Maria. “I’m sure she’s Italian just to annoy me” quips Jenkins with shades of ‘Fawlty Towers’ creeping into the script. Gruber also doubles as the uptight Mrs Verrinder Gedge who storms the stage during one of Jenkins’ recitals to deliver the truth – in true ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ fashion. But the show ultimately belongs to Peters and Morrison, and we certainly feel the bond between the two. Director Kirk Jameson seems to take a while to find the true heart of the piece. Act One is very much a one-trick wonder that relies on slapstick rather than character; and we only really start warming to the couple in the second half. The gentler moments are quite touching, especially when Peters demonstrates moments of self-doubt that her peers rarely – if ever – saw. The comedy also works better the more subtly it is delivered. McMoon’s closet homosexuality is nearly blown by Jenkins during some cleverly constructed and unpredictable dialogue.

We do take particular pleasure from hearing Mozart’s ‘The Magic Flute’, for example, or Bizet’s ‘Carmen’ being well and truly murdered. Even if it does wear a bit thin. We are rewarded with a quite stunning finale that gives us a delicious taste of Wendi Peters’ true talents. What we hear in our head or in our heart is not always what is heard by those that surround us. Jenkins died shortly after her ill-fated public performance at Carnegie Hall. We may never really know how aware she was of others’ perception. “Glorious!” doesn’t attempt to shed more light on the quandary, but it is a very watchable, and funny, portrait of a very eccentric woman. Thankfully it hits many more right notes than its subject.



GLORIOUS!

Theatre Royal Windsor then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 17th March 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Chris Davis


 

 

 

 

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