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PIPPIN IN CONCERT

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Theatre Royal Drury Lane

PIPPIN IN CONCERT at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane

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“The air is thick with the exhilaration that flows from the cast and ensemble”

β€œWe’ve got magic to do, just for you… We’ve got miracle plays to play. We’ve got parts to perform – hearts to warm… as we go along our way”. Barely into the opening number, as the London Musical Theatre Orchestra reaches its crescendo and the ArtsEd Choir swells in beautiful unison, we know that these bold promises in the libretto will be fulfilled. Already our hearts are warmed. We are in for a magical ride. The fiftieth anniversary concert of β€œPippin” at Theatre Royal, Drury Lane is nothing short of a miracle. The realisation comes with a shower of golden confetti falling over the auditorium as we look around expecting to see Simon Cowell wildly banging his Golden Buzzer.

It boasts a star-studded cast, led by… well – the β€˜Leading Player’. Alex Newell commands the stage, their presence demolishing the fourth wall while their soaring vocals bring down the roof. For a moment we are in pure Motown territory. But we cover much more varied ground in this show-within-a-show musical that leads its protagonist on a rich journey in pursuit of fulfilment and purpose; of an illusory β€˜American Dream’.

Jonathan O’Boyle has brought this fifty-year-old musical right into the present day, not just giving its over simplified social commentary a twenty-first century relevance, but also laying bare the inherent comedy within Roger O. Hirson’s book. The dialogue elicits just as many laughs as the songs prompt ovations. Tucked away are moments of philosophical satire that Voltaire would have been proud of. But let’s stay away from analysis and focus on the spectacle, for that is what this revival is all about. While the cast bring something new and fresh to the table, the authenticity is left intact. Joanna Goodwin’s choreography is modern yet full of timeless moments of pure Fosse, while Simon Nathan’s sumptuous orchestrations are simultaneously contemporary and traditional. Orchestra and choir are the set, a gorgeously visual and aural backdrop with Jamie Platt’s lighting pinpointing the action and locations with emotional accuracy. Not to mention Adam Fisher’s crystal-clear sound that highlights every nuance of the score.

 

 

Above all, though, this show belongs to the performers. Jac Yarrow seizes the title role with ease and charm. In fine voice throughout, his comic timing also comes to the fore as he relaxes into the part. By the time he meets his love interest in Act Two, the humour soars almost as high as his falsetto. Lucie Jones, as the widow Catherine who eventually captures Pippin’s heart, is simply hilarious. The more the fourth wall breaks down, the more she milks it for comic effect, yet she touches our hearts when she steals a solo number. Zizi Strallen, as wicked stepmother Fastrada, takes sassiness to new levels, all high kicks and splits, and spellbinding dancing. Patricia Hodge plays the grandmother with a knowing wink – raunchy yet wise, grounded yet with a lust for life. She’s no singer but she sure has the mojo.

For a musical, the characters have a surprising number of dimensions, which the performers draw out with unabashed joy. Cedric Neal’s King Charlemagne is a gloriously comic tyrant, always poking fun at his own personality. The air is thick with the exhilaration that flows from the cast and ensemble. They all seem to be making fun of the show while celebrating it at the same time. And, boy, is it a celebration? Stephen Schwartz’ music and lyrics may not be high art, but the faultless singing ekes out emotions and meaning that past productions have sometimes failed to unearth. And at the helm is Alex Newell. Although not quite in charge of their insubordinate players who eventually rebel against the script, Newell is definitely in charge of this show. The power of their voice leaves no argument.

The billing of the show is inaccurate. β€œPippin” is, in truth, fifty-two years old this year. So, it’s not strictly its 50th anniversary concert. But who cares? It’s not really a concert either. It is far more than that. It is an extravaganza.


PIPPIN IN CONCERT at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane

Reviewed on 29th April 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

YOUR LIE IN APRIL | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2024
WILD ABOUT YOU – A NEW MUSICAL IN CONCERT | β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2024
HANDEL’S MESSIAH: THE LIVE EXPERIENCE | β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2022

PIPPIN IN CONCERT

PIPPIN IN CONCERT

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Back to the Future

Back to the Future

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Adelphi Theatre

Back to the Future

Back to the Future

Adelphi Theatre

Reviewed – 6th October 2021

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“It is sleek, well-oiled and will surely be burning bright for quite some time”

 

Even with the help of a 1.21 gigawatts flux capacitor and an unhealthy dose of radioactive plutonium, 88 mph seems a pretty modest speed required to propel a rear-engine β€˜DeLorean’ through time. But this piece of eighties iconography has no trouble landing on the stage of the Adelphi Theatre in the twenty-first century, swept along by the sheer force of a gravity-defying publicity machine and the collective, kick-starting power of a couple of thousand fans a night, adding to the lightning bolts of energy that burst throughout the auditorium. To say β€œBack to the Future: The Musical” is spectacular is an understatement. It showers us with special effects, jaw-dropping sets and transitions, blurs of neon, CGI magic and a hi-wattage, fifties/eighties mash up of a soundtrack. It is sleek, well-oiled and will surely be burning bright for quite some time.

But listen closely and you hear some troublesome knocking in the engine. Not enough to stall it and too quiet to worry the crowd, the flaws are invariably swamped by the energy of the performances. It’s a bizarre adaptation of the film; simultaneously faithful to the original but adding quirks and eccentricities that don’t always sit comfortably with the source material. Doc Brown attracts an ensemble of backing singers and dancers like flies. It’s a lot of fun, is wonderfully appealing to the ears and eyes and it breaks the fourth wall. But you wonder why. The music and lyrics of Alan Silvestri and Glan Ballard are crowd pleasing pastiches, with words and rhymes full of witty observation and humour; but sometimes side-stepping into banality. The almost relentless breaking into song takes away from the narrative and the characterisation; we barely have time to take a breath (so how do the cast cope?) and we miss those moments when we can absorb the concepts of space, time and history that the film allowed us to contemplate.

Yet despite being stripped of at least one dimension of their characters, the cast give impeccable performances. Olly Dobson, as Marty McFly, is a dead ringer for Michael J. Fox and is a fireball of energy. When he arrives back in 1955, the moments when his teenage mother (Rosanna Hyland) has β€˜the hots’ for him are played for real laughs. (It is bizarre to note that when the film was originally pitched to Disney, the appalled executives rejected it outright, declaring it to be a movie about incest). More emphasis is placed on Marty’s relationship with his dad, George. Hugh Coles gives one of the stand-out performances; lanky and geeky with angular awkwardness, and often hilarious in the way only a highly skilled mover can re-enact β€˜bad dancing’. Roger Bart’s Doc Brown is a contagious concoction of quirks, marred only by his over playing to the audience at times.

The special effects, sets and lighting are as much a lead role as the protagonists. Tim Lutkin’s lighting, Finn Ross’ video design, coupled with Chris Fisher’s illusion design, Gareth Owen’s sound and The Twins FX animatronics cannot fail to produce a breath-taking show. Add on the extra layers of Chris Bailey’s sleek, though sometimes excessive, choreography; and musical director Jim Henson’s thirteen-piece band and you have a display that defies the laws of physics. Like the well-worn bumblebee flight myth (it is a scientific and aerodynamic impossibility that bumblebees can fly – yet fly they do) the unconventional components that make up this vehicle should leave it grounded. It shouldn’t do – but it flies. It soars even. Although not timeless, it will stand the test of time and we’ll still be seeing this show in the West End way back to the future.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Sean Ebsworth Barnes

 


Back to the Future

Adelphi Theatre until July 2022

 

Shows we reviewed in September 2021:
Fever Pitch | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | Hope Theatre | September 2021
Myra Dubois: Dead Funny | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | Garrick Theatre | September 2021
Absurd Person Singular | β˜…β˜…β˜… | Cambridge Arts Theatre | September 2021
White Witch | β˜…β˜… | Bloomsbury Theatre | September 2021
Aaron And Julia | β˜…β˜…Β½ | The Space | September 2021
Catching Comets | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | Pleasance Theatre | September 2021
Ida Rubinstein: The Final Act | β˜…β˜… | Playground Theatre | September 2021
Witness For The Prosecution | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | London County Hall | September 2021
Tell me on a Sunday | β˜…β˜…β˜… | Cambridge Arts Theatre | September 2021

 

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